Cva

hooked up and sucked dry. it pried my eyes open wide but i couldn't make room for the fear inside.
i shut down. i went numb. tried to escape but i couldn't outrun. stressed my head until it broke. the days slipped through my fingers like smoke. back from the dead- no i won't forget. you haven't seen the last of me yet.
sometimes i wish i'd been a fisherman- patient eyes and calloused hands. move with the sea and hold the line. sitting still isn't wasting time. and guess what? i guess i'm apparently not too young to die