As the walls close in

The more she feels life slipping away

The ice is getting thin

And she gets down on her knees to pray

Her breathing is getting harder

The mind is now being scattered

This wouldn’t be the first

That this has happened

Hiding from things

That doesn’t have a beginning

Running from only God knows what

Always with that one dreadful feeling

Closing herself up

Living in a small room

Wishing the thoughts would just

Shut the fuck up

Knowing this is a part

Of her everyday life

Doesn’t make anything easier

Just wishing things might get better

love not now but for the future

understand what is to come

and make sure it's true

rather then out of guilt

love not to love but for yourself

feel the meaning behind it

not just the size it might come

see as well as feel it's warmth

love not for it's prize but for it's journey

be sure you're ready to travel on a long trail

other wise turn away the invite and travel later on

for this journey you may not get to turn back and go home

 My New Drawing