i can’t
find my calm
i need held
and told
it’ll be okay
even though
we both know
it will not

that it will pass

it wouldn’t be
so difficult
if i didn’t hate
every bit of me

and if i wasn’t
aware of how
i can never hope
to be enough

it doesn’t matter
the sad fool
drowning in all
the words unspoken
muttering softly
in the dark alone