I hurt,
And on a scale of-
One to Ten,
Its an Eight.

I scream-
In my head,
Breathless,
Yet breath could wait.

I cry,
Please notice me,
Please comfort me,
Pain held in hand,

I hide,
The stones-
And the sticks,
As life demands,

I exhale,
Another day,
No-one can know,
What I contemplate.

We've all dealt with the breakups,
Drowned in the shakeups,
The streaks in our makeup,
The space that it takes up,

Valentine's day-
Four days past,
So you can pray,
That the next one'll last,

For Karlee, a text,
At 8 in the AM,
I knew what was next,
And I always replay them,

So I ain't here for the art,
I won't write from the heart,
I'll write from my fist,
Cause I brought a list,

Homeless,
I gave you a home,
When you were alone,
How could I have known,

You used me, played me,
Lead on and betrayed me,
You claimed that you cared,
Every time that we shared,

My bed, the space in my head,
The things that you said,
The thing that we made,
You just wanted laid.

The burn behind tired eyes,
The screen, awash with light,
The herd and their pretty lies,
That's what keeps me up at night.

Coffee, eight sugars, no cream,
Too loud, our star is bright,
It is surely too late to dream,
That's what keeps me up at night.

Work, work, work,
Stop for some soda and a bite,
This society's quirks,
That's what keeps me up at night.

Anxiety, and depression...
Continuing this endless fight,
Punishing myself with exhaustion,
That's what keeps me up at night.

Crying shadows bleed on my doorstep; lost souls,
Itching and scratching and clawing to cross my threshold,
I promise- It wasn't always cluttered and baleful,
Demons slither to places dank, wet, dead, cold.

I can't write-
When my wrists are cut,
And I can't guide you-
When I hold my eyes shut,
I'm sorry if-
I disappointed you,
But I can't do this-
I'm black and blue.

You don't know the pain,
I hold in my chest,
I'm not a person,
They would attest,
I could have acted,
I can't confess,
Regret subtracted,
From what I had left,

Ive talked out my crime,
At three in the AM,
I've been paying my time,
I could have saved them,
All I've got is this rhyme,
At three in the AM,
On my last dime,
I could have saved them,

Take it back, rewind,
Back to the sixth grade,
All the mistakes,
The friends that I made,
Too young to know better,
I followed his lead,
Too young to the letter,
The flower, the ****,

I've prayed to the stars,
At three in the AM,
Been counting these cards,
I should have saved them,
Been writing these lines,
At three in the AM,
Been cutting these binds,
I should have saved them,

Charisma leads strays further astray,
What can I say, a pawn in the play,
Everyday, counting down may,
Never would guess you'd be taken away,
The principal pulled me aside,
Eyes wide, nowhere to hide,
And my faith died,
You proved that my trust lied,

Because that day I remembered,
An offhand comment I thought was humor,
You were joking, I thought,
But now the sickness is a tumor,
You hurt her, not just a rumor,
I knew it then that I had doomed her,
And then people soon heard,
So on my wrist I've written a word,

He found you,
At three in the AM,
And its all my fault,
I should have saved them,
You're still alive,
At three in the AM,
But tattered and torn,
I couldn't save them.

It's a-
Rainy day,
A brilliant night!
It's a-
****** life,
A dirt-***** fight!
Give me the knife,
My veins are ready to open wide,
This is my life,
I'll live it like I died.

It's the-
Broken city,
Shredded streets!
It's the-
Bomb blast,
Knocks us from our feet!
Hand me the needle,
I'll sew us up again,
Take back the knife,
This isn't how we end.

Metal giants: Whisper quick,
Clashing on streets of light,
Steel Goblins and ***** bombs-
Herald their rev'nant knight,

Each soldier: four stories tall,
With doomsday in each hand,
"To fight against Halls of Blight",
And to die on command.

From the shadows, the sunlight-
Pours down like so much rain,
And I know that I've been here before-
And I'll come back here again,
The clock ticks the years away-
And they pass by like another day,
And if I can't go home again,
Well, I'm sure I'll be okay.

I'm praying to the moon,
But I'm all alone.
I'm searching for a friend,
But I'm far from home.
I'm questing for a purpose,
But it's what we make.
I'm running towards death,
But my life is fake.