I know that you're boiling me alive and if I don't get out soon then I'll die but I can handle the pain because this is the only warmth I've ever really felt and I don't want to lose it

BEHIND ME
IT BREATHES

UNDER MY BED
IT BREATHES

BEHIND EVERY DOOR CREAKING OPEN
IT BREATHES

WHEN I TURN UP DEAD

HUNG BY A ROPE

CUT OPEN LIKE A TURKEY

DROWNED LIKE A BAG OF KITTENS


THE ONE WHO KILLED ME

**WAS

NOT

ME

THE BOY PERCHED UPON A PLASTIC CASTLE AND WEPT UNTIL HIS TEARS CAME NO MORE.
HE WAITED FOR THE BEING THAT WOULD COME AND DESTROY HIM.
DEEP IN HIS HEART HE KNEW HIS ACTIONS WERE EVIL.
HE WOULD NEVER LET HIMSELF BELIEVE THAT, THOUGH.

I FOUGHT ******* MY MISGUIDED QUEST,
GOOD GOD I FOUGHT SO HARD

WHAT A SHAME THAT A BOY BLINDED BY NAIVETY ENDED UP DESTROYING EVERYTHING HE HAD THOUGHT HE WAS SAVING

I FELT EMPTY AND NUMB WHEN ALL MY FOES HAD FALLEN TO THE GROUND
****** AND DEAD

IS THAT HOW A HERO IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL?

Stranger,
My words don't have a lot of meaning to you. Not now, at least. I don't know you. I don't know your struggles. I don't know if the cause was lost before it begun, I don't know if there's even a fight to be had. I know the amount of insignificant thoughts these words bring.
I don't know you. Yet.
I do know something that may help, though.
I know that if you need some words of motivation, and you don't mind how badly said they are,
You can turn here. I hope this is a helpful offer.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
I'm glad you're getting better. I don't know how hard it is and I doubt I ever will, but I'm proud of you for getting better. I know glad to hear all of the good. I hope it lasts.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
You seem very happy these days. I'm glad. I doubt I have a lot to do with that. You have a lot of good things happening for you right now, and I'm glad that they are happening. I wish that you would sometimes pay more mind to me, I understand that I am not permanent. But I wish sometimes you would act as if I was. Oh well, perhaps that is selfish.
Have a nice day.

•
friend,
Where have you gone? I haven't heard from you at all. You used to be everywhere. You used to be everything. where have you gone? Friend, I am worried. Me and so many others. Get back to me, to us. We need to know that you are okay. Perhaps it's just mistakes on my part, perhaps it's just me. I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience.
Have a nice day.

•

friend, I'm so relieved. I was so worried about you. I had thought the worst, I had heard what your lover had done. I was appalled. But I was mostly afraid, dear friend. I know that you are not as strong as you would make-believe. I was worried, friend. I was so worried.
I wonder why you let us worry, sometimes.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
Why do you never write back anymore? I'm starting to wonder if these letters are more of a bother than act of friendship. friend, is that true? Perhaps you are just not getting them. Perhaps it's the post office. That's probably it. friend? I hope that's it.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
I haven't heard from you in weeks. Please reply.
Have a nice day.

•

friend,
Does this matter to you anymore?

Did it ever?

•

friend,
Just talk to me. ******* it, just give me piece of mind. Humour me. Just let me know. You are important to me, friend. You are very important. Do not act as if my words mean nothing. They used to not, but now they should. They really should. Your words mean everything to me. You told me, friend. You promised me that my words mattered. You helped me realise they mattered. You made me see that I have effect. Don't destroy that. Don't destroy the person you helped build.
Please, friend.

•

Stranger,

I hope you have a nice day.

I can't stop shaking
I can't stop crying

because now I have no reason to shake or cry,

so what's the point in living?

What's the point in living

when I have no reason to complain?

AND AS I FELL INTO BED WITH YOU
THE COTTEN SHEETS COSUMING ME AS I HIT THE MASSTRESS
I COULD ONLY FEEL BUTTERFLIES
THAT SCATTERED AROUND MY STOMACH
LIKE WHEN YOU LEAN BACK INTO A FIELD OF GREEN
AND MAKE ANGELS IN THE SUMMER GRASS
THE SUN KISSING MY SKIN SOFTLY

BUT NOT AS SOFT AS YOU
NEVER AS SOFT AS YOU

he spreads his tiny grey wings before he takes flight,
short-sightedly finding the closet light source he can

he cares not if the light will burn him when he reaches it,
he cares not if the light will last long enough for him to live and die in the warmth

he simply craves the light;
the only survival instinct left in his tiny, temporary body

To you I used to mean so much more

I used to be your one and everything

And now you can't remember my name

You know me by one simple phrase:

"Bound to you"

And I'm nothing more than a being that follows you

To your perspective..

I mean nothing
Do nothing
Am nothing..

But why should I be?

I can't tell you who you were

And I don't think I like who you are now

You're cold now

So cold

I can't tell you
but how I wish I could

Usually at times like this of pray

But what merciful god set this in motion?

I'm silent right now

There's a scream somewhere in my lungs

I need to shout to you and explain this all

But how can I shout when I can't even whisper?

If I get my voice back for one minute

I only need two words

"Remember me"..

HE WAS THE MOON AND I WAS THE STARS
I WAS MANY PEOPLE AND HE WAS ONE

**** as many as you can
but most importantly-
have fun and be yourself!