i sometimes stand waiting
wait for myself to restart
and then i go off debating
that i have a bleeding heart


but then i was back at the start
things do fall apart

No water,
lights;
just her screech,
and that ****** tapping.

I never told myself to quit; and no one else did either so I never bothered. Taking a lighter, a flame blows out. My shaky hands seem to struggle when trying to reach the tip. The door is open a crack, but blows open from the smoke that consumes the room. I look out the window, finding another scene that I envy. A mother and a daughter getting out of their car with a handful of groceries. Two boys playing catch in their driveway. A boy being taught how to ride his bike by his father. And a bunch of teenagers hysterically laughing at something on one of their phones. It's those little things that make me lock myself in my house—or should I say my stepmother's. Without thinking, I drop my cigarette on the sheets that light my eyes with fire.

it was the month of december
the night of which there was snow
do you remember?
it was the night before you let me go

we left before the play ended
for it began to get even colder
and that was when I realized you pretended
but I held it in and rested my head on your shoulder

Let us walk in this serenity
when the world becomes too much.
We can make this our reality-
Just for tonight

Tomorrow we'll return,
And watch the world go by.
Waiting for when we can escape-
But just for tonight.

do you want to hear my screams?
beneath the ground where i was
nothing and
no one could hear

do you want to feel my bones?
beneath my grave where i was
buried and
left behind

do you want to smell my tears?
beneath my sorrows where i was
battered and
bruised till none other than words could hurt me

do you want to see me?