The shadows cascade down his back and side
Reflecting upon the melody of his voice that prevails over my demons
The gasps echo in my head from his delicacy known as a mouth
His tongue I am sorry to be crude quenches my every desire
His being infuses with my inner Qi
For he is here and now and I am his for eternity

Sometimes I feel like a tree
in the middle of a field
with forests surrounding said field glancing upon anything
but the singular tree
Yet now I feel like I am the bark
and you are the leaves
And we are that one
single
tree
the only eyes I shall ever beg to look upon me
Are the ones that have accompanied my growing core
As you feed into me I support you
And we soak up the sunlight and water and nutrients like no other
Because you and me
We are that
one
Single
Tree

Your eyes glisten like the reflection of the moon within a dark nights pond
Your actions and laughter and simple being send ripples through my heart and soul
my love for you will forever fill said pond until the earth succumbs to one gigantic simple ocean my love you are my heaven and the Loss of you would be an all too quick sentence to hell for me
Because you are it for me
And I can be nothing else without you
You are what makes me me
my love never fear or worry do what was or has to be or may be or could
You are indeed It for me

I spent my days in search of you
Mending broken hearts with a simple thread
Through the looking glass I saw her legs spread
Bending here and there for you
Until the ***** came unscrewed
And the nail was broken in two

Depression is comfortable.
A warm blanket surrounding you in a comfy bed of thoughts.
One after another they won't stop but they're all the same.
I know this I can deal with this.
This pain the release oh I'm used to this.
Oh no, the thoughts are gone I'm free lets go explore.
And they return slowly and quickly but always return.
The warm blanket can no longer stay warm, the comforting death threats are no longer abided by me.
Depression can be comfortable.
It is there for you and everywhere and then suddenly gone and you're you again.
Until you start hating you and the cycle begins and I've you learn to like yourself a tiny bit the comfort recedes.
No longer will depression be comfortable.

My reality is that I am a failure
That I am never good enough my grade are not high enough my brain is not adequate for this world

My athletic ability is not good enough I lift I run I jog I practice over and over and yet I am still benched and middle of the pack

My abilities in the court room have granted me acces to plentiful rewards yet I am still not good enough for Albany

My friendship is solid I aid you in whatever way I can I am there for you I am always there yet you chose the drug and twin over me

My sister was good enough though she suffered from a similar thought process. And I failed to detect the lies she spewed. And I let my little sister to to **** herself because I was to busy with my life because I couldn't tell she lied. My sister is now scared physically and emotionally and I am yet again a failure. But she will be healthy and smile and laugh again whole hearted my some day


My father and mother to busy to really understand what Is going on. My parents I am aware have more important things to take care of yet my hatred and anger grow exponentially.

My thesis of apparent disappointment is near it's closing.


My hair the color has changed my body has become more toned my personality ever so bright under the sunshine of the class. But no no no I do not understand how can the sun shine when the horrors of her interpreted reality are a film repaying? Oh boy how shall she shine when the darkness invades again when she cannot avoid facts of todays news report?

She stands and waits and holds a breath and puts a foot infront of the other and slowly walks away from herself.

The doors are locked
My shutters closed
Beneath the ground I lay
Hiding away
From the terror and calamity
This defense is quite flawed
Here I lay in the field
As the wind blows above and grass itches at my sides
My eyes are open
My mind is quiet as I ignore the recollection of what I mean
Of who I am
Of why I am this way
And
I ignore it all
Breath they whispered
And so I did.