everything seems so black and empty like were not really live inside
maybe its just me but who's too say
trapped wrapped up in caution tape
feels like there's a out of order sign hovering above me because my brain don't work the same
and maybe i'm to blame
but its a shame what society chooses to do
broken an abuse
hurt an miss use
souls unable to brake free
an be whom they were ment too be

if i were to let my heart speak aloud
all it would say was your name
or how I get lost in those eyes
how the slightest smell of cigarettes remind of you

an in everyway i fell for you

people tell me to pick my poisons, an i pick you

your mind is both complex an hard  to love sometimes
but when you learn to love your brain
oh boy, is it a magical time indeed
you won't feel like your lungs are collapsing

those voices go silent an the skys become clear once again

With the setting of the sun,with the falling of tides, I realize how accustomed I had grown to the feeling; of wind on my skin,of hailstones falling.
Alphabetized , my many names. A blurred face in a hallway of mirrors.an I will never forget those moments in which I lay on your chest and your heartbeat was what calmed me.

I watch you there,
I watched you disappear
Just like that into crisp thin air
Forevermore you were never here
I wish I knew more time with you
I miss your hands an how they Swallowed mine
Miss you’re arms an you pulling me close at night
But
Just a memory now
I watch you there,
I watched you disappear
Forevermore, you were never here
i miss you...
I wish were just mine..

With you, I ignored the warning signs.
Silence is very loud
An I’ve learned that now
Because I pushed the signs away..
I wanted you to stay
With you, I ignored the signs..
Looked pasted all the broken glass
Yet you cheated on me
Used me
An dumped me
You broke me
An yet I still want you
Because I love you
With you, I ignored the warning signs.
let my guard down..let you in
An fell for you
But this generation guys are all the same..
They leave you to crash an burn
Hurt
An broken...

Ima just do me an let things bee...
seeing someone so envious is but a lie ,
your morality should touch the sky but don’t get it mixed with pride
for a person whoms arrogance is so high
it blinds them from seeing the true colors of the sky

I feel like people need to censor their mouths while their ridiculed with lies as far as eyes can see too full of their petty pride to realize how plastic they truly are

I could get lost in your eyes like driving to a new place without a map and I could write poems about the  curve of your lips when you smile like the architecture of  ancient buildings, and I could talk about the way your fingers intertwine within mine when  im holding your hand, for hours on end.or how one text from you makes my face glow more Radiant then how the moon shines in the night sky..I’m falling for you...

You shut down and they say you’re to cold,
you open up an say you’re to emotional,
feeling like sticky glue on the bottom of a shoe unable to move,
a repeat,
a relapse,
all because of the fact that you’re like shattered glass...

Most of my poetry comes from when I’m alone with my anxiety
Repeating thoughts, repeating thoughts, that convey in my mind that one day I might be alright or that they might find away to eat me alive
Most of the time I wonder around and I could be having a conversation like I’m physically there but mentally never there more or less because it feels like I’m trapped wondering around never ending halls fighting to take control of my body thats over ran by my anxiety and her friends that split my personality’s
Most of my poetry Stems from thoughts that rip me apart because I overthink an Analyze every word a trillion times hoping to find some peace in the words you speak..
Most of my poetry is written in a bad time when My depression decides to kick in an wave “hi”
Most of my poetry is me mentally An the words that are trapped within me that I never speak because my speech is a little funny an my social anxiety would make fun of me

I can be like cherry cola
Sweeter then Champaign
Bubbly like soda
Ain’t really sober unless I’m with you..
You tell me I notice everything
An maybe it’s true
Like how every crevice in his face holds secrets you know he’s more then willing to share
He’s like a film you watch as you close you’re eye lids the kinda person you would view to be more of a beauty then the stars an seas..
Stories to tell an a life yet to be for filled
Wondering how you could get so lucky
Maybe I notice everything
But as far as I can see it’s all for my poetry
Hoping to get some clarity
From the chaos that flows through my veins like poison to my brain