The way your skin glistens in the morning sun reminds me of Rob Hefferan's artwork. You are an astonishing piece of art, darling.

Painting the things inside my head, while I'm on them meds. I was told that they would take me out of this deep hole that I dug myself into, but I'm just sinking deeper and deeper.

I went to the deep part of the sea,
wanted to dive in.
I can't swim.
I wanted to drown,
I would've been missing; Gone.
It finally wouldn't have been a dream.

I live in shades of black and grey all I really want to do is get away. Let'***** this ****, and ditch this town, they won't miss us anyways.

I want to be someone.
Someone important.
I want to do something that
means everything to somebody out there.
I want to make a change, be a change.
Hear me out.
I want to be the difference.

I'm looking in the mirrior.
I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead.
I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time.
"No wonder you left"
I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.