I'm sad because no one likes me
No one likes me because I'm an alcoholic
I'm an alcoholic because I'm dead inside
I'm dead inside because I've been hurt
I've been hurt because I am weak
I am weak because I love everyone
I love everyone because no one loves me
No one loves me because I'm unlovable
I'm unlovable because I am broken
I am broken because someone broke me
Someone broke me because I left them
I let them because I loved them
I loved them because I am naive
I am naive because I trusted them
I trusted them because I was ignorant
I was ignorant because no one taught me
No one taught me because no one was there
No one was there because no one likes me
No one likes me because I'm an alcoholic
I'm an alcoholic because I am dead inside
I am dead inside because I am sad

walking down the street at 4 a.m.
can't figure out, where I am
higher then the sun, you know
so why do I feel so low?
street lights fade in and out
now starting to doubt
the sanity of my mind
soberness of my kind
i mean how can I go
when my feet are so slow?
bottles, leaves and pills
are what time kills
but is it worth the high
when inside you slowly die?
is the blur of a night
worth the live-long fight
of trying to remember your own name
when you're done playing the game?

I had opened my wings to fly,
but I forgot that they were broken,
by the crush of a lie,
so I fell,
opening my eyes to see
black teardrops
falling with me,
and I saw,
that even a soul become evil and dark
can know sorrow and regret
from an angels remark.

If I could go anywhere in the world
I would go back in time to a little girl,
to myself, at 8 years old,
and make the world seem a little less cold.
I would tell her not to cry
keep her chin up and keep her eyes dry.
I would tell her to love her mother
for she loves you like no other
After this I would travel on
to 14 year old me, thought she was gone.
I would tell her, please don't use the blade
for those scars you make, they will not fade.
Please just go and ask for help
i'd scream at her but she wouldn't yelp
for she thought that this would help her then
couldn't see a future where she'd smile again
next i'd go and visit mom
i'd sit with her and keep her calm
Tell her about the pain i hid
I know she really loved her kid
she didn't see how much i hurt
all she saw were angry spurts
now i'm filled with much regret
wish i could just forget
but adversely we can't go back
as much as i wanted that
moving forward, it will not stop
we just keep on going until we drop
i try to think now what would i say
if future me, came to me today
what would she tell me?
what does she know?
i guess that i will see
when i get there, you know?

Everyday I wake up wishing to write the stars
I would like to describe every breathe of wind
Show the world how a flower opens up
and express the thoughts of a bumble bee

but I find myself day after day writing about you
and I realized
that while all of these things are incredible
they still don't compare to you

I slowed down
to run you over,
so I wouldn't hurt myself.

my clothes\hair/makeup\body do not define my beauty
only an expression of my mind
and
the imperfections of my style do not dictate my worth
only the effort of my humanity
and
the size of my chest\**** should not measure how much
I can be loved

for we, as beautiful creatures, deserve
SO much more then that.

A flash flood warning is enabled from now until forver,
for a poets thoughts are held behind a waning dam,
and emotions may spill out and overflow at anytime
pulling any(and every)one into a current of ink.
sirens of "I tried to let you let know" blare in the distance
but you never know until you're too close, and too late.

suddenly the mirror shattered
revealing who she really was inside

I'm an angel in disguise
You just can't see past
The broken wings

I've always thought sentiment was pointless
trying too hard to hold onto the past
but still wanting to move into the future

the irony seems apparent
wanting to keep the past but not learn from it

Go searching for
a person,
to lie with you in bed.
I did and found
an angel -
to fights demons in my head.
Every morning
tell yourself
"You are not alone."
Ethereal
open hearts
create the safest home.

HELP WANTED
Looking for a better weapon to fight this vulnerability

this body was build with autopilot,
so guess i'm worth more then I thought

I've adopted a noise,
and named him silence.
Anxiety comes,
when he leaves.

im tired of writing the me
that you want to see
i want to be writing the me
that *I want to be

your gentle kiss
erases pain
like soft sunshine
after the rain

drinking and writing are much the same,
i know both by name
both become easy
when you're feeling too much

the only difference is

one is called an addiction,
the other a passion.

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sometimes a lack of words
feels better
than trying to explain
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sunshine blinded me

and my words
v a n i s h e d
like that august air