most of my days
I don't feel like living
but today,
standing with you
sitting with you
laughing with you
it made me want
to keep living
it made me
wanting more
wishing more
being more
than what I am

sometimes I think,
that my thoughts are bigger than me.
sometimes I think,
my thoughts will consume me
sometimes I think,
this is too much
sometimes I think
and I think
and I think
til I about die from thinking.

take them
take them away from me
the words that are stuck
in my throat
the words that threaten
to come out of me
the words that suffocate me
the words I’d rather **** me
take them
take them all away from me

Please,
don’t wake me up tomorrow
just let me choke
on all my sobs and cries
til I can’t breathe
til I can’t see
til I am no longer here

It’s taunting me
A small pill
So white
So tiny
My world
Crashing,
crumbling down
Because of a very small
White pill

I just want to sleep
so I don't get to feel anything
and then I wonder,
when my last sleep is going to come
just so I don't get to feel anything
for a very long time

She was the kind who saw
the perfect in imperfect things

she sees the world through a different lens,
but maybe it's her eyes that reflect
the imperfect into perfectness

and how would she convince the world,
that what she sees is perfect as it is?