Smiling faces
teeth touching air
mine can’t seem
to join them anymore.

Done running these races
rest feels so rare
all a bad dream
and I’m sleeping on the floor.

Looking for new places
somewhere, elsewhere
I want to scream
but my throat’s too sore.

Nothing feels light
but I’m not ill
just cut me some slack
an hour shutting down

Done with my fight
too stubborn for a pill
I lost my track
I’ll go to another town

Or I’ll just write
cause all I do is spill
and maybe I’ll come back
if I don’t drown
which I will.