A Moment of Weakness, Captured

Undulations, brief

Motion, swift

Delivery, impactful

Scars, multiple

Fresh to the touch

Even as the wind whispers kisses

They sting 

I need help

I don’t think I have ever not needed help

I am going through a lot

Who isn’t? 

Self-blame is my favorite

You could shoot me

And I’d apologize for wasting your bullets

I’d apologize to the smoking gun

I’d apologize to my pouring blood

I’m not very good with History

I dropped it halfway through high school

I do know that the Great Depression was bad

That economies//businesses weren’t doing well

There is a Great Depression within me

A hyperinflation of anxiety, sadness, fear, loneliness

A deflation of spirit, of soul

I am all alone in this feeling

God, I sound so juvenile

I am juvenile

I am twenty years old

Why am I so hard on myself?