Sand. Seagrass. Wind.
You are fed.
Solitude for breakfast.

i planned my suicide last night
It gave me a sense of feeling alright
I planned to take my pills and let them take effect
I have like 500 or 600 of them last time I checked
No more having to lie when I say “I’m okay”
Because I planned my suicide to happen today

Single
footsteps,
in the sand
form behind me,
another reminder
that my journey
is my own

The
waves,
They lazily wash over,
effortlessly
filling my imprints,
restoring perfection
to the beach

But,
although they are
now hidden,
I still know
they existed,
In my mind,
And from the sand
On my feet

your precisely placed golds, pinks, oranges, and splashes of rich reds
painted over by a mop-full of thick, dull graphite grey.
the words you so painfully extracted from your near-dead heart
agonizingly buried right back into the abyss of soul it came from.
your lyrics harvested from the insides of thinly-walled veins
dumped into a floating sea of dejected nothings.
shapes crafted from the convoluted map of a firing brain
morphed into one dimensional figures fitting perfectly inside a box.
frozen moments of space captured by a still-whirling mind
unfrozen and desecrated by your own, still-grieving mind.

i'm sorry i broke your heart
before you could b r e a k mine.

Hands up
Don't be shy
Say it out
              loud

   You hate the world!

Envy more
Stay jelous
         Ignorant

But don't come
               Crying
           Terrified
       And lonely
When everything is over

Always give yourself the first priority...you come first...the world comes later.