The only thing I can see
is the darkness.
The world without colors.
A dark tunnel without a light on the end.
I try to hide,
so no one can see me.
I don't feel anything.
Like I'm dead
But I know that I'm still alive.
I want to scream,
but nobody would hear my calls for help.
I cry myself into sleep
and try to forget about my life,
but I can't.
I'll never forget it.

Actions speak louder than words it is true,
Just a simple fight can ruin your life into two.
Pain, sorrow, sadness, is faced by all,
It starts with a one that’s small.
It just spreads like a fire, causing chaos all around.
Anger is the king in this situation,
You Say things you don’t mean to say in frustration.
So think before you speak, Words cannot be taken back,
There might be qualities that we may lack.
Things can always be resolved,
Every problem has a solution.
I know it’s easy to say,
But there is always a way,
But there is always a way.

A smothered cigarette in the ashtray
lingers within the lounge
stirred by a retching cough
as if It wasn't enough

Squeezing the last drop from the bottle
does not go far  enough
like shoving  that needle up in the arm
it brings no calm
as if it wasn't enough

His body aches within her
looking for pleasures
that have left  for pain
it doesn't feel the same
yet it craves
as if  it wasn't enough

reaching for life
with outreached hands
the ghost has left
dying wasn't enough
life goes on
as if it wasn't enough


Each day is an addiction
searching pleasures in pain
for before the  day is over
the night starts
robbing the sun from light
rising on the morning tide
wiping the stars from the sky
making a fool of the night
as if it wasn't enough



In  the ashtray
curls a snake  dressed  in smoke
the dragon comes to claim his own
the bottle fells to the floor
there is no more
unless you ask for more
as if it wasn't enough

we try to escape demons by hiding away
and locking ourselves in our rooms
but what are we to do
when the demon follows us home?
people feign ignorance
and happiness is a trick of smoke and mirrors
when the stage is cleared
all that's left
are the scars

Like wallpaper;
Ragged and yellowed.

Old smoke stains
His teeth and lungs.
His insides peel

You pass him by,
But he knows things.

He and he waits and he knows things

I feel as though loving me
Induces the same feeling
As work does

I feel like you
Can’t wait to go
Home and escape that crazy mess

I feel like I was always
Given a two week notice
Right before they leave

I feel like it always
Feels like its all a
Requirement

And I know it is,
I understand,
I feel like that with me too

So I am sorry
I made you feel that way,
Truly

bedroom curtains
the winter sun waltzes
with the wind

as morning bleeds into night
every moment is a struggle a fight
together I believed we could make it right
with each other, we shone so bright
suddenly you are the shadow to my light

I wrote for days now papers are left white
I wish something that I write
might make me feel alright

I don't know how to say this
I cut myself for the first time
it's addicting
I want to stop
but it's fun
I
really
enjoy
it