I have no more tears to shed for anyone but myself.
My sadness is mine.
The moment you learn people aren't medicine,
you start getting help from your own two hands.
Nothing feels better than to fall asleep with
the person you know will be there in the morning.

A woman bows her head
And says grace,
Thanking God for the food before her;

A homeless man outside bends over
And smokes a cigarette
With the waiter,
Thanking him for his company.

I think God
Is a relative concept,
Depending on who you're speaking to.

We fight them
Our broken homes
Our broken parents
Our brokeness
In the hope we'll find the love
We believe we don't deserve
We argue with them
Those sworn to protect us
We cuss them out of anger
We think they don't understand
But they know
Those shoes you wear now
Are merely hand me downs
We all walked through flames
Dancing on the edge of the abyss
Carve valleys into our wrists
Try to hide bandages under skirts
We doubt the love we are given
We hope for the best
Hating the reality
Escape on the buzz
Enjoy the fuzz of life
Distort our own reality
Thinking your pain
Wasn't another's at another time
In another life
Our own self esteem
Our greatest enemy
Our worst weakness
Our inner strength
Some let go on these monkey bars
Rusted edges digging too deep
In the right direction
You're never alone
You deserve more then what you think
So don't doubt the love
You never deserve
Know the love you are given

Through adventures of optimism
Somewhere I taught my self
That all it takes is a lil patience
You'll get back up and you can walk yourself
Somewhere the pain got too much and I lost myself
Drowning in my own tears steady begging for help
How you expect to know love
When it never was there
When you don't know yourself
Failed experiments with love had me feeling different
Signed my on the dotted line for it and I didn't see the difference
Biggest fear was being being alone and being away from it
Now I gotta face it everyday
All I ever did was sacrificed
Now that I have nothing
Maybe I'm a martyr or
A ***** who just can't get it right
I fought for it so much
Hands broken and ****** now I can't seem to fight for what's right
In the mirror Lil black boy with shrouded in tears is what I see every night

'Likes' are not hugs.

Comments are not kisses.

Views are not a hand holding mine.

And yet I crave this attention more than anything. Eyes stretched wide, I live for that next hit, the next 'like'. I lose sleep over how many views I need to keep going. I am a wasteland of media, searching for any signs of life.

I am despirate.


I am addicted.



I am far from social.

-t.s.