I wonder if you’d want to know
I named all of my demons after you and
they haunt me in my sleep

when I was 14 I fell asleep in April and dreamed of bones and
I’m not sure I’ve really ever woken up since

when I lost 5 pounds I never saw a difference

when I lost 10 my mother said I was looking good

when I lost 20 she told me to stop and handed me food
and I became anemic

when I lost 25 I stopped drinking anything because
I felt water had calories

when I lost 30 my mother held me on her lap
and held my bones together for me

when I lost 35 I started fainting every morning and
the doctors could no longer easily find my blood pressure

when I lost 40 people started to stare and food made me cry

when I lost 45 it hurt to walk and to lay down
it hurt to eat
it hurt to breathe and
I started throwing up my empty stomach

the mind plays tricks on those that decide
nourishment is not needed

Eat.

Everyday
i get blamed for it
Everyday
Is the same old ****
Everyday
Im getting sick of this
Im tired of it
Im tired of it

Ever wonder about the hurricanes...
Huh??
Ever see the thunder and the rain...
Fall??
I think its just the world crying...
For...
Asking what the hell we dieing...
For??

They spend up all our money, on the rockets in the sky, but they dont have a reason, so they generate a lie...​to destract us from the time....

I hate to see the whole world cry, I hate to see the whole world cry, If it was up to me...I would wipe them from your eyes...I hate to see the world cry...

So sick of this ******* earth, That i wish...​That i could hitch hike to heaven...​go to gods studio and put in work....
Lay down my melodies, Give the whole world one song to sing...
Hatreds got not sentimental...​Love cost five cents less than a nickel...​im talking about
One voice
One law
One caller
No bodys rich
No bodys poor
No bodys less
No bodys more
No bodys winning
No bodys losing
No categories
Were all music
If we cant come to see, that the whole world needs peace...​And if we cant touch and agree...​Then we are the true enemy...

I hate to see the whole world cry, I hate to see the whole world cry..​If it was up to me...I would wipe tears from your eyes....

Looking in the mirror, Sinking in the peace, Everydays a constant battle, Between whats wrong and right, I was born to live my life....
My praise for the future? Is that we learn from our mistakes...
Halfway into destruction, But its not to late...​to late to make a change, So ill say...

I hate to see the whole world cry, I hate to see the whole world cry, If it was up to me...I would wipe them from your eyes...I hate to see the whole world cry..
I dont wanna see you cry...
I dont wanna see you cry...

I hate to see the world cry

Black pain comes with the rain
Rain bouncing hard
Covering the yard with chronic drops
Unhappiness, an empty black hole
Threatening to collapse inside itself
Into nothingness.

will i be noticed
like a single note removed
from the melody of a song?

or will i be faceless
like a single blade of grass
in god's backyard lawn?

will i be missed
like a missing tooth?

or will i be forgotten
like a plaything from youth?

only time will tell.

In the dark we are all strangers
with just a voice, never seeing,
judgment of others only by the
tone of a voice.

The darkness covers are faults,
not of our own. but what others
would think, it is a cloak that
hides us in a blanket of secrets.

Would we touch around, hands
to one self, or feel others features,
woman or man, does the voice match
what you thought the features would
be like.

Darkness is a blanket that hides
misconceptions of others, hiding
religion, skin tone, looks are nothing
in darkness as this all melts away, for
in darkness we are one and the same...

Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f

I'm haunted by what they're doing to me
spraining my mind, making me lose sanity

my insides are hurting, searing and dire
I cannot breathe, my lungs are on fire

they engulf my soul with their lashing claws
no one else's hope will save me but yours

shadows are in every direction I turn
consciousness leaving my body to never return

I feel myself slipping out of reality
with the blade in my hand used to escape this brutality

my vision is obscured, I can no longer see
but the voices are no longer pursuing me