I've lost so much
So many people
Such a short time

I had to decide
I had to hurt
I need to heal

Life isn't about this
I'm so tired
And need

This jungle of dreams
Thoughts and trials
Inside my own head

Wielding the sickle
Chopping at vines
Growing too thick

It's confusion that rules
Unsure of my direction
Inevitably tearing into it

Sometimes the good
The bad, at others
Always clearing that path

Making the choices
I need to continue
Living

My brain
My soul
My heart

All sliced
All bleeding
All hurting

Once again.