Water seeps out of every crack there is
a waterfall, a stream
weathering away at the mask she
carefully made
Her hair is spun
Floating, like a comet
carefully arranged
around the face
that she keeps in the shadows
shying away from the light
that will show who she truly is
Through the rain
the train's light
bounces off the metal rails
that she sits upon
a song
that she cannot sing
is in the air
A song
that will sing
her to sleep
a sleep that will not awaken
and forever
she will walk
this maze
A song
convincing her that the darkness
is just a warm embrace
rather than a dark cave
Her heart is made of glass,
carefully broken in between the layers
to create art
To be written and erased
upon that cracks that won't go away
to cover up
with layers
That chokes her, that holds
her
because nobody else
will
because nobody else
can
And the furrows and rivers
of her skin
that flows, and changes
with each emotion that is bred
To hide from her
but to show from within
Long since forgotten
lost ever since

hide
against
angry screams
nobody knew where we were
if they opened the door
us like statues
every second
shaking
blank
switched off
motionless
still warm
checked pulse
nothing
no breathing
fall back
dead weight
rising like a heat mirage
cry

Lines and lines and lines
upon skin, upon life, upon reality
lines I can see with my eyes
overlapping everything.
The world becomes a spiral notebook
written with dialogue
Yells, and screams, and whispers
crowds the page
Dreams becomes colors to splash
and stain
to overpower, and disappear completely
Black and white
becomes the paint on my palate
and chisels and saws as my brushes
To chip and chip away at the walls
that keep me locked
up
This cage is more lines
preventing my words from
ripping the page
that has become my world
fragile, stiff, uncomfortable
Something to hold me as I stay still
My eyes become just a line,
clenched into the dark
to not be able to see the world
that has begun to fall apart
My mouth will become a line too,
just another in a world of circles
To stay closed for words I know
will destroy what I have carefully built
around me
Lines and lines and lines
to distract me from the curved ones in
everyone else's eyes
lines and lines and lines
to carry me home when my knees give out from below me
So many lines
I cannot see
for lines over lines over lines
scars over top of each other
it stings
but I know I won't fall apart

World, forget me
For I am just another dandelion
blown away too soon in a field,
before the children came to play
World, forget me
because I am just another cut,
from the blade of society
To linger, and to disappear
World, forget me
because the seas will continue
to crash against the sands
and the clouds will continue
to rain against the ground
The winds will forever continue to blow,
world forget me,
because I'm just a candle
in a world of wildfires
To be blown out
once it kept someone warm
World, forget me
because my silence will bring peace
and absence will bring
a warm embrace,
to sweep across the lands
World, forget me
because one more window broken
is just another replaced,
forget me because
my breath will save
the one who needs it more
the ones in the closets,
the ones in the seas,
the ones in space
who can't come down to earth
World, forget me
because I am just one to the world
and none to one
so forget me, because
one more gone
wouldn't make a difference
especially one
lacking
everything
needed

will the rain ever stop?
Will the clouds ever run?
Will the water run clear this soon?
Questions
that will spiral down this whirlpool
that begins to build
as the rain pours

Smoke smudges the canvas,
and despite my best efforts
it starts to smear
as it runs down the pages and pages
And drains into the dark of the night
as the sidewalks become ice,
and the sky becomes light
Slipping and sliding
through the words that are meant to comfort
but I flinch as though
the words themselves raise their hands
towards me
Nights spent
curled
In the closet where I thought
I would belong
But the rain still pitter patters
on the top of the roof
that I tried to build to keep me safe
but still it leaks into the room, and onto the naked
parts of my arms, my neck
where I cannot let them see
For where they'd send me
i don't want to know
and for that I am too afraid

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Her eyes are blue, but sometimes they look green
or grey in the light, or brimmed with tears
in my lap, in my arms
she cried and cried and cried
questioning why
His eyes were blue, but they had yellow in them
Sometimes they would also look green, or grey, or sometimes black with his emotions that he kept to himself, questioning why
nobody knew, and why nobody cared
when his breathing became tight, and his arms
became sandpaper
and his body didn't seem like his own
Scared
full of fear
Eyes that saw and didn't see, eyes that would no longer
open and his chest would not breathe
and I would beg him to take a breath
that wasn't there
Her eyes were green, so green with glints of color
Loneliness became glitter that made her eyes shine
with gold, and silver that twinkled in the light
Her clothes stayed unfolded in the corner of her room,
and her necklaces stayed locked away
Her songs became silent melodies that no one would listen to
and the place that she treasured, she hated school
Her eyes were brown, from once blue they grew to black
like obsidian, with anger that she'd never tell
we'd all question why, and who hurt her
in this family of barbed wire
and glass eggshells
Her eyes that became amber in the light,
and the eyes that people ignored and avoided
the eyes that love too easily, but pushed away too fast
the eyes that cry, and cry
while punches get thrown
His eyes are green, but people say they're blue
from the grandmother to the child, they'd not shared much words
But he stays alone, eyes locked on a screen
because it's all he has, his father is miles away
his mother does not listen, and he looks in the mirror
with hate in his eyes, looking for the God he questions is real
begging him to listen, but he cries out with rage
Her eyes are blue, with dark on the outside
Her eyes are full of pain, and with anger
and with a coldness that isn't comforting
Her eyes are the ones I avoid, and fear fills me
if I stare too long,
Her eyes are fascinating, because they're not green
nor grey nor brown
they're the morning sky before noon has taken the day
they're the ones that went through all and went through none
always questioning, not feeling, always wondering
thinking past her worries, and thinking of a fantasy
Her eyes seem brown sometimes, her eyes seem blue
I can never place the color, perhaps they are emerald
maybe they are golden, or perhaps the color of coffee
they are the eyes of terror, of a child grown too fast
of a smile held by the child within her,
questioning her life, questioning her scars
drinking away her worries, drinking away her fears
Draining her sleep, so she'd get what she deserved
But it was never what she deserved
her are the eyes that needs to be held but cannot trust
hers is the eyes that cannot feel
her eyes is one of whom is lost, of whom can't find
something to grab on to so she is forever drowning
My eyes are brown, and always wishes to change
the color, the way it shines,
Wishing it would change into another person
who deserved the life she has
Eyes that spent childhood crying
In front of people, and stared into nothingness
the locations changed, slowly going behind locked doors
until it wasn't her eyes that cried, but her skin
the droplets slowly forming on her wrists,
down her elbow then down the drain
The eyes that are black, a void that cannot be filled
always thinking, never stopping,
even when sleep takes them, placing it's warm hand
on the lids
Until she wakes with no recollection
and thinks again of stained carpets and waters
50 feet below her
and windows into the ice that could drain
her energy into the earth
that she's beaten and burned and loved
into the life that she'll take into the one she'll hold