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

slipping into sleep,
laying my head,
on my pillow,
I imagine it
to be your chest.

the nights drift by.
finally, i find myself,
no longer,
having to pretend.

I don't have my pillow,
but I have you.
your embrace is warm,
and it puts me to sleep.

our demons,
they don't play well together

It’s where we smoked our cigarettes
because we were already living for way too long
but we never jumped of the roof

we only let the smoke
burn our lungs from inside out
and wanted death to come closer slowly.

People keep asking me
"What do you want your life to look like in five years?"

they always cringe when I say
"I just want to fight long enough to open my eyes tomorrow morning."

reading
old material
from depressed
me is like walking
into hell with a parka
and an umbrella.

reading
old material
from pessimistic
you is like eating a
chocolate covered
pine cone.

Let your writings
Enhance your mind
Continue to educate others
As you travel through time
It is all within one's grasp
If they are willing to learn
Take things by the lesson
In order to earn

I fell too deep
Never got back up
It's too late for me

Go save yourself