wishing for a break
from the hectic mania
that my mind projects
and the absolute havoc
the outside world reaps

Sat in the passenger seat,
Gazing out the window,
Coasting along.

As a teen,
I am meant to feel,
The most alive.
So why do I feel,
So dead inside?

slowly crackling inside,
shattering little by little,
while I'm sitting.
feeling,
but not really paying attention:
noticing but not focusing.

a swinging gavel is coming down,
smashing the glass mirror,
that once showcased,
my stupidity.

it is blatantly clear now.

the mirror is no longer a necessity,
or an aiding constant,
that I never utilized,
to my benefit.

my feelings for you,
are so strong,
yet they remain dormant.
often times,
I wish for them,
to never be awakened.
the love,
is oddly intense,
and all-consuming.

it has to be true,
that you feel it too,
even in the slightest.

please bite me.
sink your teeth,
into my flesh,
and drink up my anguish.
consume my agony.
drain me,
of the pain.

**** my veins dry,
until I am hollow,
and all left to do,
is fill me up,
with your love.