It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you

I wounded myself
With what cuts you
To see if you would notice, that
You're not alone.
To see the world through your view, that
I might better understand you,
I lost myself
To see how to make it
Back onto the path.
What I saw;
No person was too far gone
That made love their epitaph.

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.

Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

me.

Why does it hurt so much?

previously your absence was a relief
now its pain

maybe because of the way it ended
or maybe because of what was said

but why does it hurt
and I can't cry anymore???

I had a dream last night...
I dreamed I was inside a violin...
I was just a speck of dust....
So the place looked cavernous and majestic...
Like a theater...
And I was the only spectator...
I witnessed the birth of musical notes...
The notes got together and  danced to the wind and the rhythm of the violin's bow...
And caressed the violin's strings...
Becoming a majestic melody...
I wish the notes would have taken me with them...
So I could have flown through the air...
And in to the soul of anyone who listened to the melody...
I woke up when the music ended...
More than a dream...
It was a symphony...

Let my words fill the empty spaces, fill the eyes that perceive light in the darkness, even if they don't shine or inspire.

sometimes I wish I had cancer
then people would send me flowers, and get well soon cards.
but I am bipolar
so when I am sick
I suffer alone, ashamed
because too many times
people synonymously use my illness for crazy.

-please stop