CVA - Paint It Black

Hooked up & sucked dry.

And yes 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.

It’s a lesson that I won’t forget.

You haven’t seen the last of me yet.

Sometimes I wish I’d been a fisherman: patient eyes and callused hands.

Move with the sea & hold the line.

Sitting still isn’t wasting time.

And guess what?

I’m (apparently) not too young to die.