you made it through yesterday and the day before that and the day before that. You’re doing better than you think. Keep holding on.

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

Can we talk about the word trigger
Because people are dumb
Teenagers say they are triggered when
They don’t want to write a paper
They miss a goal in soccer
They drop their phone
That is called being annoyed or disappointed
That is not triggered

A trigger is an emotional allergy
Some that triggers distress or panic
A trigger is loud noises cause a panic attack

You may go through a struggle
But, never ever quit
Reach within yourself
And recharge bit by bit
Nothing will come easily
But, you have to hang in there
Push those clouds out of the way
In order to make your path clear

My brother is as much Apollo as I am Artemis,
The days are his domain, and he leaves the nights to me.
He traps sunlight in his hair, and I keep stars safe in my eyes.
The sun sets and he begins to yawn,
The moon rises and I feel alive.

We coexist as the sun and the moon,
Only crossing each other’s paths at dawn and dusk.
We pass each other in the doorway,
One whisking in,
Another flickering out.

Not often, but sometimes,
You can catch me in his sky,
Faintly but surely watching him shine.
Sometimes he rises early in mine,
Reminding me that I must come home.

He strums his lyre,
And I hunt my prey,
I’m the clearest of nights,
He’s the brightest of days.

There's this mask I wear
The glue is so tight
Hiding me, hiding all
All you don't see, unless you get really near
That I'm not alright
My eyes are dark and deep enough for you to stand in
My wrists are ******, so are my thighs
My heart is shaky
And I've got non stop anxiety
But from far you see this mask
You hear my loud laugh
And see me hold my tummy in pain from giggling at my own joke
You swear I have recovered
When actually my late night tears help me keep the mask on
I may not look injured
Nor hollow
Or in pain
Just with this smile on my face
Of this mask that I wear
I hurt unheard and unseen,
Impatient for good days.

If my heart was transparent
A lot wouldn't be the same
Anyways, I'm already used to building these walls around my heart.
It's protected, I guess. From the outside world yet within me the storm never calms.
Tears wet these pillows
All night through sometimes wishing that morning must never come
Holding the grudge against myself
While smiling to all standing right in front of me.
Asking is this how life suppose to be.
Limping with anger yet holding the last thought of laughter
One hell of life we living.
You see...
This mask doesn't show things in 3D
That's why I love rainy days
Coz my tears are never recognized
Sadness engulf my soul while hoping that one day I will be able to remove the glue on this mask I wear.