That could describe you
That could describe me
Those of us of obscurity
Who do not have a name to back us up

Not an Ernest Hemmingway
Not a James Joyce
Not a Maya Angelou
Just a continual scribbler of some thoughts

Only are we considered underrated
Because we're not well-known
But that doesn't mean
We can't give the best of them a run for their money

Sometimes, I wish I had a heart of stone
So I wouldn't have to feel the pain
But if I am to feel at all
I have to feel it all
The joy, the hurt, and the mundane

Why did I make it stop
and ruin everything
I almost had...

I don't want you to be sorry
or feel bad for me.
I want you
to need me.

                   My eyes sting
and my throat burns

when you start to acknowledge me again.


                                                                                                                                    *CVT

The first time I ever took a thin, silver blade to my wrist,

Was one time too many.

And only the beginning.

words written,
                                  and rewritten,
                                                              crossed out once again,


                                                                                            and rewritten.