"I can see my door, my bed, my window, my chair, and my table.

"I can feel my spine against the wall, my feet against the floor, my jaw tightly shut, and my fingernails buried in my arms.

"I can hear the wind coming in from the open window, my heartbeat rapidly thumping, and that familiar voice in my head, shouting once again.

"I can smell the dampness of the ground outside as the breeze carries it to my room, and the sickly sweet odor from the soap used on my hands.

"I can ******* blood spilling from the bite in my lip; my last harsh reminder that
        I
        am      
        still
        alive.

I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.

When you and I become
Us
Two lovers intertwined
Wrapping around the other in an intricate dance
We sew our hearts together
With the thread of our souls
Soul mate
And so much more

Hearts ache
Another pill to take
Dark dreams
Silent screams
You awake in the night
But are too afraid to turn on the light
Fear grips you at the very core
Until you finally get the courage to say
"No more."

My condition, a simple scene,
discissed by reality.
A hidden background lurks beneath me,
as I smile complacently,
but even though I twist my face into something that maybe...
maybe they'll remember, even without my Ora.

Buut..I doubt because they always forget,
the girl who doesn't stay longer to say she's no longer their friend.
All because shes lost in this dream, can U name this dream.
a nightmare, or something smoother to release all the anger.
None, as I tell you, because she's not a sleep, but is in reality,
where dreams float as clouds, through peoples sound, until they are needed in its deep sleep where the girl cries and weeps.