Skipped school because I couldn't imagine
Couldn't fathom moving my body outside of the house.
And curled up on my bed
On the couch
In the office
Trying to find something to do.

Dragged weary feet up the stairs
To stare at the emptiness in a full refrigerator
And closed the door
Closed my eyes
Closed my mouth
And existed for a minute.

Outside, nature is loud, boisterous and lively
So I found some death and lit it
And breathed out hurt
Breathed out boredom
Breathed out tiredness
Until it was all smoked up.

Sitting here at the computer I'm trying to find the words
To explain just how tired I am
Of smelling silence
Of smelling loneliness
Of smelling exhaustion
Just how tired I am of these exhaust fumes.

Being a teenager is weird.
people expect you to know what you're doing,
but claim that you have no experience to do anything.
When we are 13 and 14
we think 17 and 18 will be the best years of our lives.
We think we will know everything,
drive everywhere,
and have no worries on an open road.

The truth is,
its a field of landmines.
Stressing about every little action.
Wondering if we will be accepted
by our friends, our family, and colleges.
Not being able to sleep at night,
forgetting to eat,
wanting to just walk away from everything.
It is the worse emotional roller coaster of your life.
And the very worse part is,
everyone else older than you went through it,
but they think you have it easy.

I've always wanted
To climb Mount Everest
I don't do cold weather
But I have an idea
That if I climbed to the tip top at night
That I'd be able to see more stars then anyone ever has
I'd bet I'd be so close to them
That they'd look like holes
On the heavens floor

The ink will leak,
To manifest to beautiful design,
Or simply blotch on available canvas,
It does not matter;
The pen is broken,
**The ink will leak

When I dream,
It's your hands around my neck,
Your fist at my throat.
As you leave a tiny peck,
I let out a silenced note.