The black paint on my hands my pain stains all that is near me

All I hold close

I leave a trail of my feeling and ideas they are bright peaces of glass

They lay in the sun so the colors shine brighter

I watch it play over the grass

I break my stretched skin and bleed as I smile

I sit on plastic chairs and feel my throat burn my last happy breath burns like acid and my tears forms and fall

Hold me now!

I'm falling

Hold me now!

I'm falling now

I'm going to fall soon


But only air curls around me



Why couldn't you take me higher?