I don't know how much longer I can take this/

Every day it's getting harder to fake this/

I hate this/

Waking up to a house full possessions and empty confessions/

It's depressing/

Now every time I look in the mirror I see nothing but misery/

The shadows under my eyes are getting darker and staying alive is getting harder/

But what can I do/

I'm just a lonely man with nothing in this hand while waiting for the hour glass to run out of sand/

Singing my rhymes and reminiscing about all the good times/

And every time I didn't cross the line so just for a minute things might seem fine/

Honestly life is hard being me when you spend your time watching it pass you by/

Some days it gets so hard I just want to break down and cry but I'm afraid to let my daughter see me/

Asking questions why/

So I lock myself in this room and let the tears fall into some empty song/

Now what do you do when what little you had is taken an your left angry, body shaking/

No matter what you cant undue whats been done the hope now gone/

So giving up is the only thing you come to desire cause everyday feels like your hanging on by a wire/

Never knowing if your gonna fall and having no one to call/

That's my life and every day feels like I might die as if I should always be ready to say goodbye/

Thinking of how things use to be in the past only makes it worse with the reality that my last stones already been cast/

So by the end of the day I'm almost taken off my feet with the feeling of defeat/

As I lay down on the bed sheet I begin to feel like I'm buried in concrete/

Knowing that I will have to go through it all again when I wake leaves me to pray to be ok/

So just maybe I can do it one more time with the help of just one more rhyme/

You can call this nothing but childish poetry if you want/

Because I say this with complete honesty/

Your opinions mean nothing to me/

Looking for the reason behind the why I find in every line of mine/

Without any doubt this empty is me when I'm in my honesty/

There is no lie for you to see when it's all the same thing as what's hidden inside this poetry/

I will say so what if you don't understand these words I write/

I don't care if you can read this pens bite/

Still as oil are these words the paper snow covered drifts white/

The reason my sanity has yet to flee/

Even though everyday I'm looking at this knife as if to find this mercy/

As I'm constantly bordering conformity of this eventual reality/

Lost in my own insanity/

As I'm individually ment to be mentally segregated/

To keep steadily the steady loss of a sane mentality/

As I kept barely shackled separately separate from my misery these memories/

When I deserve every memory intentionally given to me personally/

Specially those made to cause me pain inside intentionally attacking my happiness/

So I'll be honest/

To those the ones who sent them so they can dry the rain with a wipe to clear their eyes/

I apologise/

I'm like Dr.Jekyll holding on desperately to hide the Mr.Hide hidden inside/

With memories of the psychologically unsteady/

Symmetrically simplistic in this coloured poetry thats making up my reality/

Losing myself in some fantasy/

A chemical chemistry of evolutionary perplexities/

Changing the mentalities of the socially closed personalities/

The ones who are misunderstanding me and what's behind this poetry/

When there's so much more then this man and the fact he's lonely/

These poems being what I feel each night/

Why I'm able to continue to write/

Making these words rhyme to fight off these thoughts of some suicide/

Making up poems line after line/

The only thing that makes me feel fine/

It's what keeps me from completely losing my mind during these moments anxiety sneaks up from behind/

So I'm suddenly overwhelmed  emotionally/

It's as if your falling apart and there's no one there that cares/

No one to make it stop but plenty in the part that's pressed to start/

Most days there's nobody to listen when your not sure if your life is worth living/

Sometimes the pain is so deep your needing something to numb every bit of what your feeling/

Now posted on this line paper that's been red dyed/


Maybe the hurt this time someone will see and finally take my words to heart/

Why the ink cord around my throat is still wet/

An the rest of it's spent on this borrowed piece of parchment/

A page from this mental thought process that's afflicted by the emotionally hopeless/

Constantly dancing with manikins of a manic drug addict/

With cut wrist to remind him that weak thoughts need to become nothing but static/

Keeping my mind distracted/

What secrets are you keeping in the attic/

I'm escaping into a straight jacket fearing my own love as the tragic/

When I've finally had it/

My heart I'll bury deep be it lock set with the sunset/

Secret is, the artist is ment to escape within the ink stain that's set/

This is that moment for me be it I'm now word spent so I went while the paint was still wet/

Heres a little piece of my heart I would like to share in this lyrical art\

It's been playing the biggest part in my life as this papers white\

Leaving a new found outlook right in sight\

As the ****** glitched accepted as poet tested\

One of its own kind looking for a friend similar in mind\

A one and only, like me, born to be from this ****** wicked place I came to see\

And I'm thankful everyday for the talent most can't compare\

These ambitions have been twisted impared with a dream that's shared\

A family love that'll never tare\

An like so many others this poetry is my passion\

Black and white painted fashion\

Being the memoirs of an addict whos had it\

Whos sad of it\

Whos never it\

This Poet is needing a partnership of another artist\

One that feels every word of this as they move me with every flick of their wrist\

Two, one of a kind poetically crafted compositions of a ****** innate craft individually twisted\

So please if you will create with me something more then the norm but a legacy not crafted but torn\

Taken from the minds of the unnoticed, unnoticed by even those that might notice\

Depths of their insainity only now am I ready to explore\

So let me start by being the first to introduce myself forever more\

I'm Diction, "****** Gliched", Dier\

I've been addicted to the arts ever since I was first kissed by her\

Psychologically possessed by her\

With rhymes in everything I come to see to the point where every thought of mine is but one these lines\

The inspired drawn images of concepts individually mine\

Wickedly messed up in the mind\

Life glitched beautifully to shine when it shines\

Another side of the something taken with every compostion that's written\

Sometimes seen without even a glance given so it's now walking dead living\  

Guess I'm monster shaded, hated, coloured as the now tainted\

This one poetic stain that gave it\

Written like an artist who's tamed it\

The same bit\

An artisan it created\

I hate it\

Forget it\

One last time I'll confess it\

Guess it's forever this\

Poetry stated lines of the other half who's new like you\

Cant wait to meet my other half before I'm dead like you\

Dear Artist/
Your art sings to me like a soft kiss/
And as the poetic words are spoken they stop to rest carefully here atop my lips/
Tasting of loneliness/
Something I understand well unfortunately from years of misery/
It regrettably makes up most of my memories/
Every moment I'd spent ready to surrender from the pain I suffered/
Often left to ponder/
Why me/
Does nobody see these scars that bleed/
Upset that so many could leave me with such ease/
Always leaving questions unanswered inside my mind/
Despite all the times I screamed out their names/
Because in the end/
I wasnt worth the compassion let alone the attention/
Feelings of depression/
Thoughts saying Im nothing/
Convinced I deserve this/
Listening to the emptiness echoing in my chest/
I've felt it all myself once before, unable to drown in the liquor anymore/
All I wanted to do was turn up the music and let the silence play through it/
So know your not alone having to deal with everything on your own/
There's always this place where people care about the pain you share/
Wanting to hear things from your joys to things you fear/
Where we love this art we all write/
An the company of another poets insight/
Just remember things get easier/
Cause its always better tomorrow I swear/
So I guess I'll end this letter and see you there/
Yours truly, Diction "****** Glitched" Diers/

Diagnosed with mentally afflicting conditions/
Why I'm often covered in depression/
Fighting with addiction/
Suffacating conversations with judgemental complications/
Everyday Im waking up to a handful of medications/
It's embarrassing/
I promise from this moment now until my cremation to always make the best decision/
Despite whatever the caution might be to reach the desired life position/
Someone should have mentioned all the implications psychotic intentions have on relations/
Like the one between myself and all other human beings currently visiting/
Why I'm regularly checking out in day dreams of beautiful poetry that speaks/
Only problem being I'm unable to sometimes distinguish reality in the things I'm seeing/
So Im sorry for everyone that's sat through this psychotic rollercoaster, please don't let it be the me you remember/
Just think, that's my life to own except I often have to experience it alone/
I promise I didn't know the severity until just recently/
What I dont get is why nobody stopped to explain it/
My thoughts I knew were never right, which is why I put them on paper every night/
Finding comfort in the empty white when I write/
Putting my thoughts together every time I make rhymes for these poetry lines/
Made up by this one of a kind mind I sometimes can't find/
Remembering memories of a misery that inspires artistry/
Crafting my poetry from this hearts history/
Pieces of beautifully painted rhymes hidden within nameless poem lines/
The portrait of a forgotten poet coloured forever in this moment/
Doing this is the only thing holding together this cracked barrier/
Around this mind that's mentally unstable covered with an RX label/
Questioning moments if I might be psychotic/
Turning against myself with a straight jacket/
Lock set with the sunset, this I've come to accept/