Bleed until I was broken

Was life still worth it?

Gone from my safe haven

Should I jump towards the pit



Shallow mind so I can't complain

Stuck in this void, in this crowd

Even I, don't know my pain

So I could not be that loud



I failed to live so must to die

Maybe I could have breathe

Put me in the coffin away to life

In that way maybe I could live

I sold my soul
to poetry
because the devil
rejected it
he told me
"it's too fiery for hell
it'll do better
melting hearts"

Love isn't real, violets aren't blue, and roses die anyway.

Don't fear the pain,

use it,

keep it there,

beside you,

and maybe,

just maybe,

it will give you the words to say in a poem,

or the notes to play in a song,

for sometimes

it is flying with what hurts,

that gives us the colors to paint with.
                                                                                        Jon York    2018

Deep down
I want to answer with
“I’m not okay..
This existence is a game
That has yet to go my way.
I can’t seem to get these tears
To just decay  
I want to sleep, but I sit and think and
Then I realize it’s the next day
That one scenario I got on replay
That very day I chose to walk away
And ever since, I’ve been in dismay.”
But I answer with “I’m okay”
My feelings I shall not portray
No, no, not today.