"the inability to to construct a future."

It's so hard to stop
So hard to let go
Of happiness, of joy
But also of the ghosts
That keep
Our sorrows

We find comfort in the familiar darkness

Stop Making Fun of Me
Whenever I ask you ...

Do I always have to initiate.  
Every Time.  

The Strings of this
One Way Relationship
Has Broken After All.

Confused  and Frustrated
Just like a Traffic Signal
On an Empty Cross Road.

My words, becoming literal.
I'm losing grip on deeper thoughts,
I wish I could find something more
But darkness fills my deepest caves.

I cannot mask my blunt remorse,
Unsatiated hungry thoughts.
I try so hard but I am weak,
My dusty bones can't hold my weight.

I am a force to all I love,
A burden they cannot hold up.
I'm sorry I am much too frail,
But you don't have to keep me safe.

There's something wrong inside my head,
I keep on wishing I was dead