I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.

I don't want to speak to you anymore.
The phone quivers violently in my hands.
I become resentful,hysterical,pained and bitter.
You have the guts to still try to act like everything is fine.
When it's not.

I need to cut you out if my life.
You've hurt me with your narcissistic  ways.
Yet I want to keep you in my life cause I think you'll change.
I know you won't.

I clenched my fingers tightly.
You drained me and my patience.
Seems you can't see over your ego for one second to realize what your words and actions have done.
I hope you wake up one day realizing you weren't the best friend to me.
If you wanted to be in my life then act like it.

Your not the hardest goodbye I had to deal with but your the gravity I need lifted off my anchored body.

Hey you.
Yeah I'm talking to you reader.
I bet if your reading this you either are really depressed or simply bored.
But I have a few words for you.
You are good enough.
You matter
You are not alone
Whoever is hurting or if it's your head..
Just know and remember those words. Rip this page out if you have to re-read them over and over.
Please stay strong.
Know that I'm here for you.
Your story matters.
It's ok to be selfish, especially to save your mental health.  
Know that it will be ok.

You are loved.

I will catch you when you fall.
I will wrap around you till you feel secure
I will not let go till you can walk again.
I will always be right behind you when you feel like your falling again.
I will not break because I'm your support.

But who will catch me when I fall.
Who will wrap around me till I feel safe.
Who won't let me go till I can walk again.
Who will be there everytime I fall over and over.
Who won't break on me because I use your support to much.

I will catch everyone who falls into me,
But who will save me when my net breaks.
The netting I once had is duct taped everywhere because I've been used, torn and some I couldn't save.
They broke me..

I will be your safety net if you would be mine every so often.

There I was sitting outside on a cool summer night.
Just outside watching a storm roll in.
Listening to the rain drops individually hit the grass and leaves.
Watching the lightening kiss the sky.
Hearing the roar of thunder that pierces my heart.
Then it dawns on me.
Everybody is a storm that wants to be watched,Listened too and as beautiful as.
We want others to lighten there skies in a dark moody night.
We want others to listen to us when we just want to be heard.
And we want others to look at the beauty of the mess we are.

Everybody is a beautiful storm that wants to be heard, noticed and admired.