Why is it when
I need someone
they can't help
because they
just don't
know how
to comfort
me?

The way I get attached
Slightly obsessed with things
Cute things, other worlds
It'll be the death of me
Slowly, I'm disappearing
Into another world
And there's nothing anyone
Can do, because nobody
Knows, or even cares

a wall in a room, covered with
photographs and posters of the past,
faded with the light that seeps through
the everlasting cracks.

perhaps it needs a little love,
perhaps it's only a little faded, broken
and overall somewhat shattered,
but the wall pretends not to notice.

the flower is wilting, bending
falling under the weight of the world
it's breaking, crumbling,
but it's forgotten as its tread on

perhaps they didn't see it,
perhaps they didn't care,
but the flower is dying,
slowly, slowly,
waiting for the final petal
to fall and claim its life

If I cried
Would you
Comfort me?

I hope that you have a great day
I really do hope so, because you,
You're an amazing human being
And with that said, I hope you
Understand that not only should
You have a great day, but you deserve it

Happiness is picking
Up a guitar and still
Feeling the same way
You did when you
First got it

Nobody cares unless
you're pretty,
popular,
or dead

it's just temporary, but the feeling
is sticking with me through day
and night.

it's just temporary, but drowning
for days on end makes me feel
like i'm slowly fading.

it's just temporary, but i want to
feel alive, i want to crave life,
i want to live.

how can things be so terribly wrong,
but also perfectly okay?
it's contridictory, but everything
about me seems to be
because living is good because
i can meet new people
and see things that are beautiful
but living is bad
and it's painful and breathing
hurts terribly

dying wouldn't be so bad
because no pain
and i wouldn't feel loss when
people leave me
and i wouldn't wake up each
morning wishing
that i hadn't been alive to take
that first breath
and i don't want part of this life
and i'm not afraid

And how can we be sure
That everything we do
Actually serves a purpose?


We can't.

the transparent words fall out her mouth,
like they never belonged there.
she knows that she's running her mouth,
she knows these things aren't to be said.

her words scatter around the floor,
and her anxiety presses for her to fall
to her knees and collect the words
so that no one else can see her guts spilt.

she knows that nothing good can come
of this, and she knows it so well.
and yet, against her will entirely,
she's forced to say these things, because
without it, her depression would be bored
without being able to tear her apart.

You never knew me
Not like both of us wanted
But I was too scared to show
Because I'm like that
But you couldn't understand
I guess that's why you left
And once again, I'm alone
In this darkness

I lie awake at night
My mind thinking of you
And I hear your scream
I cover my ears as the tears flow
My goodness, I've never
Felt so alone

above the ceiling is lit with bright lights that surround me,
the crowds around are gathered together, talking in
excited tones that pass my ears without reaching me.

can they not see that i am drowning?
i stand in the centre of the room, screaming for help
but they can't hear me, they don't notice or they don't care

my lungs are imploding, i can feel the weight crushing
every inch of my insides. nobody has looked at me yet.
i don't believe that they can't see me, it's impossible.

he extends a hand, holding it casually as though i'm not flooded
he says "just breathe, everything will be okay."
he doesn't understand that if i take a breathe, i will drown

i close my eyes, i can hear them now
"everything will be okay" they're repeating to me
i can read in their faces that they don't understand why i don't just breathe

i'm trying to breathe but it's become impossible and
all i can do is ask for death
but i'm not that lucky