Glide away and so be healed.

Waking up is too hard.
I find myself losing breath as I crawl out of the flower bed...feeling the tips of my fingertips go numb. Wanting my whole body to feel the same...but not wanting to feel at all, really. I told myself I wouldn't live a selfish life...but I have already failed.

I failed when I spoke too much.
I failed when I dialed your number.
I failed when I spilled the milk.
I failed when I asked you for bookfair money.
I failed when I was selfish.
I am failing now.

All I can say is...I'm sorry.
I wish I could amount more than a pair of dirty jeans and a magenta hat.
I wish for too much and find hope has left my body.

So....glide away and so be healed.