It's hard to see
Goodness
It's easy to hear the
Bad
We each fight our own
Battles
But why don't we walk hand in
Hand
It seems like we only
Hurt
But there is so much
Love
The light is just inside
Us
And together we'll fly like
Doves

If anger was poison
I would be dead

through my ears, there's this ringing silence
silence that can make my ears bleed
silence that can turn my eyes dark
and as i slip to a state of sadness and pure insanity
i realize that we can never speak
and it makes my heart ache
for slowly, my sanity and mental health, steadily
declines itself
here i am, laying
grieving
thinking, about what it would be like to be with someone like you
but then reality hits, that maybe we may never be
together
now, all i can render are your photos
photos of you and your optimistic smiles
then, i haven't noticed that i'm slowly killing myself
for sadness is consuming me, ever so slowly
maybe it is true, of a young poet's unrequited love
you're the subject of a young poets unrequited love

still longing for a dreadful accident
with my life, clinging on to such a thin line

It was all summer and spring once upon a time,
All of me was yours, and all of you was mine
I was aware of your winters as well,
And you were well versed of my hells
But I never knew our inferno would be this kind of gray
The kind where you doubt, whether to leave or to stay.
And we both know this isn't what we called home.
We're stuck in misery,
Running dry in our twilight zone