Last October

I spent the end of last October crying on your shoulder.

I'll just never win.

We're going through this,

I'm not even there. I'm never there.

My mind, it could use a little peace and quiet.

My soul wouldn't mind a warm place to hide.

My ears are red and sore from always standing in the snow.

My lungs need air. I spent it on all the "thanks yous" and "goodbyes."

I'm scared. I'm helpless. I'm shaking. I'm weak.

My bones, I feel them breaking.

I'm tired of losing against me.

I'm lost. I can't win.

My tongue is bleeding red from all the things I can't say.

My hands are clawing at the dirt to dig up anything.

I can't say I didn't wish for this before.

I'm ashamed. I don't deserve to be here anymore.

I'm scared. I'm helpless. I'm shaking. I'm weak.

My bones, I feel them breaking.

I'm tired of losing against me.

I'm lost. I can't win.