Empty Grip On Dust.

By Aivery Schellenberg

Reach for the stars they say

Blindly jump in hopes to just graze the small amount of dust 

I feel the ripping, as I pull from my bones. 

But yet I am not crying, just empty and cold.

Nobody sees when I say I’m tired

It means that I slept badly.

That I'm drowning and all these hands push me down further.

But no, they see me and discard my state,

Because it’s someone else’s weight,

Because I have power twined into my words.

They try to grab at anything that I have left.

They want control just like kings.

So, I burn myself to the ground trying to touch this place, this place i’ll never reach.

I run myself into the ground till I’m rock bottom and sinking down.

Never giving enough, what if I have only blood.

I turn myself inside out grabbing at something I don't know is there

I gave my soul to save me from my death.

I lost my light to shield myself from these lies.

I tore myself up and shoved myself down.

All to fit into the rules,

To be daddy’s little girl.

So yes, reach for the stars then realize

That's a long way to fall.  

By Aivery Schellenberg