We all have
a story
and rumor
has it that
the more
scars
you collect
the more
wronged
you are
the higher the chances
are of you winning
the Prize
and I hear it's
a good one.
So take that pain
take that sorrow
impale it on your
words
and let it
bleed
bleed
bleed
into something
more beautiful
and more permanent
than pain.

I don't write for attention
Attention can be temporary
I write to express myself
Because it is momentary
I might not feel this again, think this again
It might seem to be the same thought or feeling but its different

Do you find it difficult to know?
To know what it is you're feeling
In a world that hides it all and calls it "protecting yourself"
How could it be easy?
To feel is not to fall
And to fall is not to fail
Another lesson learned

But what is life anyway if you can't express feeling
We would all be blank canvases
Completely blank, not even a dot
Express yourself, use some paint
Take that brush and start to paint

You might think but why write
And why paint
No one will read it
No one will see it
Do it for you
If you are afraid to share it with the world
Share it with yourself

I've been so scared
So unstable
Never thinking I was able
But you know that I trust you
And I know that you love me
Voices run through my head
Making me forget who I am
But your heart is so kind
Makes me forget who I was
Like a knife in the woods
You keep me alive
Make me run not just drive
You hunt down the good in me

How it ***** to feel lonely when not alone
Feel overwhelmed with people around you

Wanting to be with someone
Wanting to be alone

Wanting to be together
Wanting to know my own