I can't talk about it
I can't act like it's happening
I can't acknowledge its existence
because then it becomes real

I can't pretend it's not happening
I can't continue hoping it disappears
I can't even decipher if it's real
because it sneaks into every crevice

I can't say anything
I can't do anything about it
I can't move
because I can't rock the boat

I can't be myself
I can't be around people
I can't be around myself
because I'm disgusted

I can hide
I can lie
I can pretend
because that's all I can muster

When I close my eyes
I see black grass
It taunts and waves
As if to say, why are you here
It rules the darkness
I see shadows of beings
They hide and do not come forth
What are the afraid of
Black grass
The Black grass  manipulates,
time and space
Can't be  here long
Wipe your eyes
And forget what you've seen
Go home, the grass isn't always greener
On the other side

Maybe
Another
Real
Crush
Happens

I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, I know."

I said, "God, I cry a lot."
And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."

I said, "God, I am so depressed."
And God said, "That is why I gave you Sunshine."

I said, "God, life is so hard."
And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."

I said, "God, it is such a loss."
And God said, I saw mine nailed to a cross."

I said, "God, but your loved one lives."
And God said, "So does yours."

I said, "God, where are they now?"
And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."

I said, "God, it hurts."
And God said, I know."

~ Posted on the wall at the Oklahoma City bombing site.

Please don't get tired of wanting me