Home alone.
You break down,
letting out everything,
crying as loud as you can.

Your family come home,
and here you go.
Fake smile,fake laugh,
pretend everything okay.

They do not suspect a thing.
They do not suspect their child is broken and falling apart.

if my erythrocytes change every 120 days, then I wonder if the process would be faster by opening up a vein or two, so I can get rid of some of the red blood cells instead of waiting for them to change.

I talk to you often
I enjoy it, truly
Those times when I still love you
Those times when my love never lessen

But years have passed
Things have changed
Things not saved
Like how my feelings fade

Yes, I miss you
I still want to talk to you
But that doesn't mean that I still love you
I was inlove with you

Knowing that some people actually aspire to be like me,
Knowing I've somehow inspired some people, well,
That's the best feeling in the world

Why is it that when I think of you
I see a picture of a place I used to call home
An abandoned building, if you will
An abandoned home;

I scurry to find a way to get back in
but there's none -- there's zero; it's locked
I stand there in grief, staring into the abyss of broken promises
to just turn and walk the somber streets alone

I walk these solemn streets with a head full of muck in hopes to find a new place to call home
but in all reality you were the only thing that ever gave colour to the house I used to live in alone

missing you comes in waves; the hurt hits me just like the waves hit the shore -- indefinitely.