Today I was burying my mother
Seventeen years later I’m still exhuming that little girl
Everything I’ve been afraid to lose I have
Torn to pieces, rotting memories, my breath too sometimes
And every loss I have escaped through the looking glass
Combing through microdays, which one corrupted everything?
I take a deep breath
Push the dizziness aside
If I don’t ask for help this will be my last
The things I’ve gained weigh heavily on my mind
None of which brew me sleep
So I throw my hope in the sea away from unbearable ground
It’s softer to break through
I’m a collector of scrapes
Been cleaning my knees since I could stand
Nothing ever satisfies me and I don’t know why
That which fulfills me never lasts
The last chance I’m given will be from me
Maybe then I can put together a decent corpse for life.