We leave the world the way it is,
not seeing past it.

Sophocles left behind his theatres,
not knowing of his plays today.

Buried underground,
we see no progress.

Shakespeare doesn't know
I read his plays in class.

Not alive to experience
the next invention.

Gutenberg won't ever know
how books are published now.

We never live to tell the tale
to future people,

how things were made,
how things were done.

We leave the world the way it is,
not seeing past it,

so what creations will follow mine?

Your heart has cigarette burn-holes through it. 
Your heart leaks as it beats. 
No one likes a leaky heart, my dear, 
no one likes a bleeding heart. 

Here's some gauze to patch it up. 
Wrap it tight, I'll give you more--you'll need it. 
But this is only temporary, my dear, 
someone will end up unwinding the First Aid. 

So the doctor called, she said there's no cure,
except for a deep, drowning sleep. 
Take these pills, my dear, 
so you can ease your crying heart. 

Your heart is dripping alcohol now. 
Drink some water to dilute the stinging pain. 
Take these pills now, my dear, 
so you can end this once and for all.

I suffered the pain of a thousand arms
Taken upon me.
The music lulls my mind. Numbs it, almost.

And yet the mascara runs down my cheeks.
And in a way I suffered the silence of a thousand days.

Sometimes it’s easier to hide
what I really feel.
Sometimes it’s easier to run away
from what I really feel.
Sometimes I pretend to not believe
what I really feel.

But what I really feel will never go away.

My world is falling apart at the seams
like the books on my shelf.
I'm filling them with annotations, post-it notes, highlights.
But I'm not filling myself.

Literary figures come to mind at night.
They form one literary nightmare.
Bleed into each other like one story.
And in class, I can't tell them apart anymore.

And I can't tell who I am anymore. Who am I?
The girl suffering with eating disorders, depression, anxiety?
Or the girl who loves the books filling her shelf?

Gems spill from the lips he speaks through. Rubies, emeralds, pearls, and
diamonds....
Nothing of value to me.

Though others see the richness in his words...

None of them are un-hurtful
Or kind.