his is nto who i am;

i'm still hiding- i'm waiting in my own reflection, hands shaking with anxiety,

heart beating out of time.

waitng for someone to give me answers.

this is not what i was hoping to become, this shell of a man,

this dark exterior given to the stormy moods and quiet, lonely tears.

only i can hear my breath at night...

calm, broken, alone.

steal this night from me, take it and make it your own.

these nights bring knives so as they can carve themselves into my memory.

leave me here alone.

kill the breeze on your way out and let me ferment in my own self pity.