Pour your love over me,
Throw it over like gasoline,
I'm burning inside,
I'm finding it hard to breathe,
Lungs of smoke and debris,
I'm burning alive.

Matches are on the floor,
Flames are alive behind the door,
It's smouldering in my head,
Ashes still burn from before,
Don't know what I'm burning for,
I'd rather be frozen instead.

Anchored to the ground,
But I feel weightless,
An existential phenomenon
With the strength of Atlas
Yet it is transparent,
No tangible emotions,
No words that can bring
Into understanding the power
Beneath our feet.

I saw a child once,
Stood at the edge of his dreams,
Hoping to reach it.

It happened again,
I allowed myself to slip,
I feel so much better

There will come a time
Whilst you are walking through this world
When you find yourself facing
So much,
Each step you take you fear
That it will be in isolation,
Do not fret,
You will never be alone.
They say angels guide you,
Tracing your footsteps
And holding you by the hand
As you continue to grow,
Continue to flourish and thrive.
When the storm hits the shore
And you are saturated
By the tears of your insecurities
Remember that they are always
Within your reach,
A shoulder to cry on,
A haven where you can
Anchor yourself
And ride out the storm
In tranquillity and safety,
You will always be
Protected by copious
Efforts of compassion
And love,
Forget the monsters under your bed,
There will always be those
Whose hearts glow
Like night lights while
You dream of kingdoms
And ride the waves
Of your inner desires.

Never be afraid,
One day the world
Will be yours,
And it will welcome
You with open arms.

*Just like the angels who helped you grow

I am not okay with the idea of seeing a doctor,
To be told how broken I am,
I am not okay with the thought of seeing a therapist,
Purging my mind to someone who is paid to give a ****,
I am not okay with the thought of swallowing pills,
Forcing myself to swallow each ounce of false happiness
To please everyone else,
I am not okay with people hiding my blades from me
As if I'll never realise that they're missing
Or that I'll suddenly forget the desire to cut away the pain,
I am not okay with people telling me this for my own good,
Because who could ever know what's good for me?
I am not okay with my family telling me they are proud one minute
Then telling me to give up the next,
I am not okay with having to smile through each day
While trying to battle back the oncoming stream of tears,
Teachers asking me if I'm managing at college
Because I "look a little under the weather",
I am not okay with having to eat food
To look normal
When all I want to do is throw it away,
But people pay attention too much.

I am not okay with another breath escaping my lungs,
Falling asleep knowing that my eyes will open the next day,
I am not okay with living,
But nobody will let me go,
And I want them to.

I bleed a thousand colours,
  I have a technicolour heart,
   And my dreams are far from black and white.
    The universe is painted with a million possibilities,
     We all live an esoteric existence,
      Our imagination isn't tangible,
        But we can live it through art.
         This is the start of a pop art generation,
          I am Warholian.

And I,
I carried you home,
And I,
Felt the world grow so cold,
I was too cruel to be kind,
I saw myself fall behind,
I'm too out of reach to hold onto you.

I'm sorry I should have listened,
I'm sorry I let go of you,
Forgive me my heart is so loud to hear,
My mind cave in and fall through,
I'm sorry that I gave up on you.

And I,
I cast it in stone,
The lies,
Chained to me and let it fall,
I was too bad to be good,
But I misunderstood,
And I was too selfish to hold onto you.