The shape of my voice is a cry for help,
and my cranium plays some new melody about survival.
to be something worthy of being alive is to be someone with a purpose,
and mine is wishing I make it till tomorrow.
they say deep breaths
inhale and exhale,
they say to exercise better
rid yourself of the sad vibes and “ohm” the negative energies away.
but I'm only human
and existence...