and there's something comforting about a straw for a best friend
and at least now i'm using razor blades to cut something other than my skin

you drive me crazy
and not in a good way

you make my ******* skin crawl

and I am trying to figure out how
to rip you from my veins

you have always left a sour taste in my mouth
and I am trying to wash you out

but I can't forget the way you made me bleed
when I begged you

no
it never meant anything to you
that's why you never stopped when I begged you

no
please stop
please please please

you drive me crazy
in the "I want to blow my brains out" kind of way

do not touch me again
I can still feel my skin crawl

and I am trying to figure out how
to get rid of you

He was a lonely person.
With so many words he
Can't fathom into sentences.
He would sigh and lay
His head down. So many
Words scream and shove all
Competing for a chance
To be on paper. Waterfalls
Of letters crush out darkness that
Pleads "Write Me". Vines of
Complicated words tango with
Useless 'fillers'.
Haiku's battle with sonnets,
Crashing against mountain of
Free verse. Winged poems like
Guardian angels thrash against
The dead hands of past poems.
Casting them back to where they belong.
Forgotten,
Against the whiteness of paper.

I ache for the sun.
I ache for the warmth to reach my bones,
And dispel the depression that grows there.
I ache for happiness to shove through my veins
And reach into my corrupt mind.
I ache to be saved,
From myself.

How many times do
My veins have to
Tell you I'm not
Okay?
A secret language written
With metal on skin.
A language you claim
To speak.
Why can't you hear me?
How many times does
A life have to end
Unexpectedly
Until you open your eyes?
A strange suffering that
Exists only in your mind.
Can no one help?
Will no one help?

I used to think
I built walls to keep people out,
But then I realized there wasn't even
Anybody to let it.

No wonder you're all sad.
They've stolen your childhood and replaced it
With homework and grades. They don't
Let you dream any more, they crush it
With the pressures to be mediocre yet
Pretend they want greatness from you.
That is wrong.
That is so wrong.