How am I supposed to know what to say,
When you're so impossibly hard to read?

I was feeling so trapped;
I wanted to die.
I locked all the doors,
Thought, "why even try?"

Yet soon I want out.
But I can't find the key.
So I break through the window,
I've escaped now you see?

A girl sits crying
In the bathroom corner.
Just use another bathroom,
Just leave her alone
She will be fine
The next day,
The girl is not crying.

And people move on.

A boy comes in,
His face black and blue.
Just look away,
Just don't ask questions
He will be fine
Two weeks ahead,
The bruises are gone.

And people move on.

A child's screams,
Heard across the street.
Just lock the door,
Just close the blinds
They will be fine
The child is murdered,
They'll never recover.

And still,
*People move on

i love when people who have
problems
blame their problems on
anyone and everyone
that they can.
so to make
themselves
*look victimized.

Crying can happen so gently...
But oh god does it hurt
When you're curled up crying so hard
You think you might scream,
But your throat constricts
And all that you could ever muster
Is an unintentional mangled squeak of raw emotion.

Blue can be happy,
Like blue party balloons

Blue can be sad,
Like a tear down your cheek

Blue can be angry,
Like a stormy dark ocean

Blue can be frightening,
Like your piercing bright eyes

Blue can be hopeful,
Like a new day's blue sky

Blue can be timid,
Like baby blue walls

Blue can be mysterious,
Like the ocean's far depths

Blue is a bipolar color.

I'm filled with peaceful rage
Wanting to paint bullets in your eyes
whilst I kiss poems onto your lids

Wanting to un-man you
whilst you make love to me

Leaving you in trembling pain
whilst I hold you close to me as the sun rises