6-30-16 Useful

 •useful• 

We can think our eyes are red and bleeding 

Or salty and wet 

Almost useless and broken 

We blink and every time we do it's another second wasted 

Another second inhale or exhale of air that could have been used by another 

We're light headed and stumbling over ourselves 

Heads big and eyes closing in every instant 

We pry our eyes open with our fingers 

Our hands are cracked and dry

We stick them under water to ease the pain but only sting even more

We tear apart our own skin to find a better version but only leaving us scratched and gushing 

We dent ourselves with tattoos and dye our hair the color of the sea 

Trying to make a better version 

Trying to find better skin

The only road we go down is failure when we rip out our own hair 

But something greater tells us He loves the way our feet curl 

How our lips fit into another's 

The color of lavender and forest green in our eyes 

Cracked hands filled with music and paint 

But we didn't do it on our own 

We were made out of the sky

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