Hangin by a Thread

When I think
in my mind
that i need your therapy to help me,
Spoken so eloquently you selflessly
clarify above my mental anguish.
Trapped in my world of confusion,
anxiety shows me
my release is in you;
yet my pain shows me in my
thoughts differently.
Where in my world do you dwell?
In the state of happiness.
You also see my endurance's destruction of
sanity's instructions of death:
a passion for life and an understanding of
nothing less than amazing
structure.
We are born to die, Yet
we live life Hoping
to live forever only to be
fearful of taking our last breath.
Devastated by the harsh reality,
TIME LOVES NO ONE.
no finger of blame to point
and to point a finger of blame
would be
POINTLESS
An utterance of assurance is unrealistic.
Take me to a new place
where people find serenity.
and i to may wallow in pity knowing that
the beauty of life is
temporarily posted
ONE TIME USE ONLY
disposable and still full of memories.
Pictures rich with beauty yet
drenched in disaster.
Cross Walk
yet
of Nothing.
my heart is still bleeding
because through
holes
pain Lives.