Seashell night

Echos in these halls
Louder and louder.
I draw the strings on my hoodie tighter and tighter.
Interswap hostility and tranquility.
Ability, meet dis.
Grace, to you meet the same.
With your paintbrush blend bitterness, kindness, joy and pain.
Tear out the wallpaper.
Fill me with paint.
Watch me get thinner.
And slowly go insane.
I climb the padding I write the walls I make the drugs go down. Water and all.
Still I can't sleep through medicated brain.
Eyes dart while bleeding arms locked and heart beating.
Now I almost feel Alive.
Dead inside all the same.
Oh but I have something greater! I have something great.
But I fail to use it and help grow up and out and be loved...
And be loved.
Loved but how much?
Greatly.
But how great?
More then you need.
A sigh as I close my red eyes and breathe through my ears.
Seashells alive along with the sound of the shore.
Maybe I can take it easy and allow myself to just...
Breathe.
Just...