Everyday I still put my seatbelt on when I get in the car,
I still look both ways at the crosswalk
even on the days I barely drag my bones out of bed.
I don’t break the rules of survival
because the end will come to me on my own terms.

And at three in the morning,
tracing the scars on my wrists
counting the cars
speeding through red lights,
with closed eyes
walking down the center of the street
I thought
this is where I end.
This is where I end.

Broken promises fill the pill bottles I’ve consumed,
they haunt like ghosts in my skin.
Stumbling by chance on a woman who wears a warm smile,
holding light in her hands for me when all darkness consumed my eyes.
Giving strength with a simple touch, Every now and then
I have shipwrecks in my smile
even though I’m sinking I’ll be
safe beside you though distance separates us now.