Sitting in my room
It's kinda hard not to notice the words
On the walls
Surrounding your every glance
Singing around your head
Though they are there
I cant bring myself to read many of them
I started the journalism of the things
Inside of me that stabbed through my
Skin tearing apart my body
Just to get out
I know how I felt
In those times when I never thought
That they would fully leave me
That I'd be stuck with these
Sharp ridged edges inside me
For as long as eternity
I just can't look back at them
Like opening the door to the darkness
That  awaits just outside
Except that my violent shadows
Aren't on the outside trying to get in
They exist on the inside
Nesting and occasionally festering
I dare not wake them
So I turn off my light
So I risk not accidentally reading
Covering my window so sunlight
Won't betray me
I sit in dark silence
Singing my sharp edges to rest
I cannot welcome them
To breakfast in bed
I will not let myself feel that way
Ever again

Simplicity
Sounds so easy
Every sun set falls through me
As if I'm the night
I can't be touched
Simplicity
So out of the ordinary
Something most people aren't used to
Simplicity
Acting like a puzzle
Suddenly becoming complex
Simplicity
Sounds so easy
When the rest of the world agrees
Simplicity so simple
Until it meets
Complexity

Could you ever read the signs
Do you know how to read my eyes
Not left to right

Invalid answer

Do you know how to read my lips
Without me mouthing out pain
Did you ever feel the paranoia I exhaled

If I gave you a magnifying glass
Could you understand the gibberish
Covering my body
Or care enough to tell me
That there's gibberish covering my body
Would you be respectful enough to
Leave me
I don't need an explanation
I need no excuses
If you can't understand me
If you can't ask what you wonder
Then leave me to myself
Because I am learning as I go
I need no distractions
You may call it mean
And too solitary
But that's me
That's how I maintain my crazy

Remember
When I was so sad
I couldn't be alone
It was late
And you had to leave
My part of our home
You live up stairs
2 floors
But you said you would
Stay
On the fifth floor in the stair way
We sat
You casted your fishing line
Down my throat trying to catch the
Hungry monsters eating at my heart
One by one they bit
Some took longer than others
Some stayed and camouflaged
So you wouldn't know they were
Still there
A pile of flippery mess
Slips down your throat
Your hook ******
You got sad secrets out of me
Just to indanger your own heart
My monsters are scared of you
Every time I think your name they
Are willing to stop eating at my heart
Ending up on the third floor
Laying on the floor my head on your chest
You told me it was okay
I felt it I felt the words you were saying
The instant you said them
And our monsters fled us
Your the peace I've needed
In a chaotic way