Those that need to matter,
to be absorbed, they cease to.

Everything that used to matter
now a competition.

Things that need to be well done
with high marks and approving glances
move down to the bottom of the list.

Things that don't matter,
like you,
as suddenly first.

All a competition.
To who will have the final say,
to who will have the final tear.

Not a single mistake surpasses
the lash of the pencil.

One small misstep
and the disapproving frown,
the mark on paper.

Life on paper
recorded in marks
in points out of the best.

Which I'll never be.

After sleeping in until 11,
I get to act like I'm 10 again.
Play Lego's with my brother
while blasted music we both love.

Rediscovering imagination and old memories.
While new are being made.

The music won't stop
I can't think.
Why does my head hurt so much?

Cold ground...
It shakes from running footsteps.
Where did everyone go?

Blank, white walls
a beeping heartbeat
a new present.

True meanings cease to exist

                            as you do

Tears disappear into the earth
                            
                            freezing in the ground

As you are

I want to be strong,
I know I am inside.
But your lack of words are stronger
and keep me coming back
with the hope there's something you want to say.

You won't let me be

with your lack of words.