As I’m writing this

Alone at my desk

A blank page lies before me

An expanse of white

Asking to be filled

But I have no ideas

Because I’m too busy

Bored, too tired

Breaking

Broken

Creativity flows from my fingers

Coursing through me and the page

Crying out to be let free

Crushed but rebuilding

Crying on the inside

Drawing is an art form

Doodling small stickmen

Dancing across the page

Doing cartwheels and flips

Down on the page

Expressing yourself

Expiring simply

Empty, no more words

Endings are a new beginning

Endangered but soon

Fast is the human life

Fleeting, short

Fractured as a soul

Faint, weak, barely there

Fading away

Gone is my soul

Given up, a

Gateway to forever, but

Guarded

Garrisoned

Help wanted

Home needed

Health missing

Heart broken

Happiness lost

I am alone

In an expanse of nothingness

Ice as far as the eye can see

Inside of my head

Is empty

Jelly on bread

Just needs peanut butter

Joints need to bend

Jets need fuel

John needs you

Keep me safe

King of my world

Key for my lock

Kicked down the door

Killed my dreams

Love is what I

Lost and now I 

Live inside a 

Lawless world of

Light that pushes me away

Monster I have become

Menace to society

Machine, emotionless

Magneted to the ground

Mirroring nothing

Nothing fills me

Not without you

Nearing the edge

Never ready

Needing to fly

Otherwise, I’m grounded

Only a stone

Of course I can’t fly

On the edge

Over and over again

Pride keeps me up

Pushing me down is

Pressure from all

Perfection they demand

Problems I give them

Quietly I suffer

Questioning the point of going on

Quickly returning to the brink

Quivering on the edge

Quarreling internally

Running back

Racing my feelings back

Returning home to think

Reorganizing my thoughts

Remembering you’re gone

Silent on the bed

Sobbing in the darkness

Sitting and waiting

Sighs echo around me

Saying “you failed”

Truthfully I did fail

Trying to succeed

Turning away

Tripping over the edge

Tumbling over

Unsatisfied with life

Using a trip as an excuse

Undecided about life

Unchecked in free fall

Underground

Violence avoided

Violins play quietly

Vicious sounds nearby

Very close

Valuing nothing

Wanting it to end

Waiting for the ground

Wishing for something

Withdrawing inside

Within my own soul

Xylophages burrowing through

Xiphoid words hurtling themselves at me

Xanthene covering the walls around me

X-ray of my soul

Xerothermic pressure all around

You broke me

Yellow stains the grass

Years have passed as I fall

Yet the ground is barely visible

Yelling in triumph and victory

Zero reasons to stop falling

Zodiac planets rotating around me

Zoned out, ground approaching

Zombified inside my head

Zoom, splat