You are not broken
You are injured
People get injured all of the time and that's okay
People only become broken if they allow themselves to stay injured

Consume me
Consume my whole soul
Consume me
Consume my whole mind
Consume me

Use me
Use me in a good way
Use me
Use me to make you happy

Love me
Love me passionately
Love me
Love me as long as you can

Destroy me
Destroy my walls
Destroy me
Destroy my whole world
And let me live in yours

I'm anonymous
I'm unknown
No one knows me,
No one knows my name,
Not my name, not my story.
No one knows me.

If I take off my anonymous mask,
You'll see my true self
You'll see how I look.
What if you don't like me?
I've built a wall, a mask I should say.

I just need someone, someone who is capable,
Capable of taking my mask off.

Why are you anonymous?
Have you suffered?
Have you been hurt?
May I take your mask off?

I think about love so much that I am not surprised that I don’t remember addresses or phone numbers because there is simply not enough space in my brain. I wonder if the graffiti downtown makes you realize you haven’t spoken to me since your hand waved goodbye like a windshield wiper trying to sweep away a hurricane. I wonder if you look at the moon and think of how excited I get every night when I can guess the number of stars. But then I remember that there are a lot of places that you could be, and with me is not where you are. - Karys aka K.P.K. via Ipoetried

Why do we turn into these hurting creatures out of nowhere?

how do you become
comfortable with
the bogeyman when
he lives inside your
lungs and brain and heart?
how do you tell him
that your lungs must pump
that your brain don't work
that your heart can't beat?
do you pray to him?
write little notes that
say "please" and "thank you"?
do you beat him til
he gives in and goes?
do you hug him close?
does he know how dark
it is inside there?
can he even leave?
is he permanent?
is he washable?
can you scare him out?
can you swallow down
poison and force him
out of your soft parts?
can you cut him out
with scissors or blades?
can you smoke him out?
can you drink him out?
can you throw him up?
is he there because of you?
do you really want him gone?

And I'm here
Sitting alone in this dark park
And the only thing on my mind
Is how sad I am,
So sad I can't even cry.
So sad I've become numb
So sad, I don't even know what's going on
And I'm sad, once again,
I'm depressed.

Freshness of early morning
Wipe out all my boring

Blissful cuckoo sounds
Unsounds all my wounds

Cool moon
Wants me to tune
My own boon

Tree shakes
To remove all my aches

Moving nature
Moved my nature.

I do not love you.

I fell in love with the way
You asked me to hold your hand
And you squeezed so tightly that
I couldn’t forget that you were there.
I love the way you lit up my sky with
More than just falling stars
And crescent moon spotlights,
But with those bright green eyes
And that sparkle in your smile.
I love the way you let me
Hold your arm
And mess up your hair
And sing you songs
And cry into your sweaters
And fall asleep against your shoulder
Like when I fell apart silently beside you.
And I think I fell in love when
You kissed my wrists because
I really don’t think you knew
How much that meant to me, did you?

I’ll swear to God that I’m not in love with you,
But that won’t keep me from falling.