I feel so worthless.
All the good inside me
Was drained in my sleep –
Only aches left behind.
     Paint me dull,
     Paint me wild,
     Does it matter?
     I’m just a child.
Turn up the sound.
Let it blast, flow.
Watch it punch on
Through this dark fog –
     It anchors my soul.
So don’t you frown
Don’t think to glare
That my ears
Are plugged:
     It’s the only thing
     Keeping me here.

What I don't need:

A hand to hold or
arms when I'm cold.
Yeah, that's right.

Don't be offended
when I turn you down.
and wring you out.
It just won't work,
so ditch that frown.

I don't enjoy the music
or your clever words
or when you hang around.
Don't get so uptight.

Not saying life ain't bright
or sweet or fair
when you're there,
alright?

But I'm alone.
Funny cuz what used to be
my fear
is now my strength.

Alone is pain,
yes;
but alone is safe.
(yes?)

So stop trying.
I don't like you
I don't need you
I don't want you
I don't.

You
and
Me
(:

(I tried to write a happy poem:
To show how you made me feel
And who you are.
"a" turned into "3"
Which would have birthed many.
So I broke them all down,
And that is how they sound.)

There is a space by my side.
Do you see it?
Once it laughed,
when all was right.

But with the changing tide
I was gone and it left:
life swept aside.

A rip where once was
full,  now all is null.

But now I find it's lack
a fine companion.
I laugh and the silence
eats it
I speak and the words
fall flat
I cry and the lonlieness
engulfs.

There is a space by my side.
Do you see it?
Do you see it?
Do you see me?


The silence is all the response I need.

Could a song touch me?
Run its fingers
the length of my soul?

In truth it makes me wary
Of the power it holds:
To morph my mind is to
Morph my soul.

People, they touch me.
People are souls.
Souls cry out with life,
You might say they sing.

A song, a person, a soul?
Same thing.

I hate the way
your eyes reveal,
The way they sparkle and talk.

I hate the curve,
The laugh of your smile
As it tries not to grin.

I hate them.
I like them.
I hate that I like them.
I hate that i like you,

Always giving
Never getting
Always talking
Never taking

One day will I run out
Of things to give, of things to say?
Always helping, never helped.
Is this the way?