It's become routine to look for you
during the idle hours in dark places.
Where you wait for the days to pass.

Are you tired yet?
This stubborn act, it's wearing you out.
It's come time to pull yourself from
the grave you've climbed into so comfortably.


"I was lost."
You were hiding.

"I was angry."
You were shaking.

"I wanted to get better."
Then start trying.

Take your hands off your ears,
open your eyes and start breathing.
Your life isn't over, check your pulse.
It's still beating.