I feel a hole
In my head
Nothing but empty space.
They try to fill it up
But make it worse instead.
Fill the empty void
With pills,
With work,
With noise.
I can feel static in my head
Fuzzy and unclear.
Some days it's so bad I wish I were dead.
I keep trying and trying
But nothing can fill the empty space
In my head.

There is a girl
Who sits in class
And reads and reads and reads and reads.
She immerses herself in the worlds
And leaves her life behind.
There is a boy
Who skips class
And smokes cigarettes
In the bathroom.
He hides himself
Behind the smoke
So no one can see him cry.
There is a girl
Who wanders the halls
Lost,
And not wanting to be found.
She thinks and thinks and overthinks
And doesn't hear the late bell.

She is beautiful.
Her eyes, grey blue, like a partly cloudy sky.
Her skin, flawed but gorgeous.
Her smile shines brighter than gold itself.
I’d give all the riches in the world to hear her laugh.
I love her.
And yet I cannot have her.
She was a childhood friend.
And now she’s off dating
Many guys, each seemingly worse than the last.
Making it painfully obvious she’s straight.
If only she knew.
If only.