I want to travel and learn about the world.
I want to go to museums and galleries;
and write about my thoughts.
I want to meet new people,while drinking dark rich coffee.
And most of all,
do I want to sleep.
So I can repeat

fake smiles
empty eyes
filling up
on tired lies
don't you see
i'm almost done?
trapped in sadness
i can't run

She watched
A girl she once knew
There was a time where the girl would
Fill everyone with joy
Her eyes bright
And her smile, oh her smile
Such a beautiful sight

She watched
A girl she once knew
There was a time where the girl would
Laugh because of silly mistakes
Her eyes bright
And her smile, oh her smile
Such a beautiful sight

She watched
A girl she once knew
There was a time where the girl would
Walk up to everyone and just talk
Her eyes bright
And her smile, as always
A beautiful sight

They turned their back

She watched.
The girl she once knew.
Standing in front of her mirror

She watched.

Her eyes no longer bright
Her smile no longer
A beautiful sight

Dull and forced.

She watched
The girl she once knew

And turned her back.

With a broken smile,
she walks away.

Her happiness long gone,
she tries to be strong.

But it isn't enough,
it never was.

Broken smiles,
forced laughes
and empty eyes.

She hides,she hides
from the monsters in her mind.

She tries,she tries
but in the end,
she just cries.

There is a silence in the house
An empty voice
There is a lack of something
And I cannot find it
I wake up early
And get out of bed late.
I do little chores but
I never get anything done
I drive to coffee shops
And cafes
I search for places that have people
But still I am alone
And so I come home
There is a vacancy here
That I cannot explain
There is a void that grows
And every day it feels larger
And the silence gets louder
As if the space in which there is no one
Gets bigger day by day
The echo of it lengthens
And the sound of footfalls
And the creak of old wood stretches outwards
And at the end of it all
It feels like a stadium filled with no one
An arena of empty chairs
And all the howling, cheering life
That isn't there

Tattooed on my skin
Are the rose petals of my sins

The words written across my breast
Like the one under my chest
Are the ones that mean the most

The story I will never tell
Which was always in a shell
Is now inked on me
Revealing my deepest secrets
Dark as a black sea

My body
My own canvas
A personal way
To process

An Art
Like mine
So raw
Like fresh scars
As deep
As the pain in my chest

Tattooed on my skin
Are the rose petals of my sins

The story I will never tell
Which was always in a shell
Is now inked on me
So sad
Like a Willow tree