i don't find myself afraid of death
or of drawing my final breath
i don't want to die, yet i know i must
and pray that i am not turned to dust
and that's what scares me in the end.
the thought of eternal punishment;
or the idea that maybe there is no afterlife
and that i've been raised on yet another lie.

they said, "achilles, come down"
but i feel safer up here
knowing that i'm in control of my fear
up on this roof where nothing can reach me
hiding my face so no one can see me
they said, "don't fly to the sun"
but i burned up my wings
cutting my hands on all my broken things
lines of vermillion across palms, wrists, thighs
a midas touch of gold as every piece of me dies
some myths stay in your head
some legends ring true
sometimes i just want to forget about you

we’re half way finished
half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years

when freshman year started
we couldn’t wait for it to end
but now it’s almost here
i wish we could go back
and do it all again

to fix the mistakes
to say the right things
and to not give my heart
to a boy by who i am hated

i want to be young again
to get back those two years
all i can remember are pain and tears
now we have to plan for the future

we have to plan the rest of our lives
how do you do that?
my life was more together when i was five
i know who i want to be
but i don’t know who i am

i’m only 16
these plans feel to big for me
but we’re half way finished
we’re half way there
we’ve almost done it
just two more years

Why do i write?
To help me through the sleepless nights?
What do i gain?
A way to verbally share the pain.
How does it help?
Gives me a way to express myself.
Poetry gives me a way to share my many thoughts
and the many battles that I've fought.
Why do I write?
Just because it feels so right.