The weight's been slipping away for days.nSleeping on the floor and trying hard not to breathe,nit seems this just might be unravelling me.nI woke up just in timento watch my friends fall apart.nI fear I've been dreaming for far too long.nIt's not the silence that haunts;nIt's the dark.nnSo I've been counting the missed stepsnand scrawling them all downnin a notebook marked second chancesnI used to keep around.nIt was mostly sketches of deep skiesnand a few other places that I've been;nthe phone number of a fellow tortured soulnI know I'll call once I learn to let people in.nnRestart. Rewind.nReframe the image to a legible size.nStand straight. Don't hidenthe bloodstains you wear so well with pride.nEncouragement nlike healing would ever need a reasonnThey're only telling me the good things,nany more bad news they just might find me dead.nnFocus on this:nTake time to go heal on your own.nFocus on anything.nRestart a heart thicker than bone.nnSecond chance-faded memories,nand all those times I watched in awe.nAlways somewhat slipping,nnow I'm bored again.nnFor days and for weeks, (Focus on this.)nnever lose time again.nNever lose time watching it all. (Focus on anything.)nStrengthen the ones that have kept me whole.nFocus on this:nTake time to go heal on your own.nFocus on anything.nRestart a heart thicker than bone.