Everything's gone
Nobody's here
I need help but I am so alone
The screams are so loud inside of my head
And nothing seems to stop them, unlike before
It escalates so quickly
I don't even have time to think
Everyone's absent
Nothing is here

this is the place of reverence, the face

of age. black the robes stand empty,

the shroud for peace that never

came.



they are starving.



sbm.

Everything comes around with a fresh sameness
bored to tears sometimes takes a saddening grip
and a rash course of not thinking much action
can propel the unwary soul into the lions den
then its an automatic prayer to no god in particular
leaves lips without much believing in miracles
heard shouted out the mouth of a trapped creature
searching around the familiar unfamiliar for any way out.

you're the type of boy
my mother warned me about, and
I worry that you don't love me
when you're sober. in westernized culture,
blue represents sadness, so when
I looked into your eyes for the first time,
I should have foresaw a broken heart.
but, you can mend broken things
with glue - **** it, glue reminds me
of how often you get high.

why do you get delirium,
when you only ever bring me down?

An attack, a swarm
of winged insects against my chest.
A blur, a rush
of colours and defence mechanisms.
Fluttering across my vital organs,
and as sudden as a heart attack.
This inconsistent breathing
is waves crashing at cliffs.
No, not the rock at ground level, but
the sky high stuff.
A paradox.
A person, a girl
who craves human contact, yet
when granted, “fight or flight”
she soars.