I am an odd little lullaby.
The kind of which who’s existence
You question until you reach
That one sentence that defines
The exact pain wrapped around your soul.
Then and only then
Do you begin to find value in my words.
You see, I have spent my fair share of  
Moments crumpled up in a heap
Of weary bones and heavy tears
Wishing I was anyone but me
And yet I have survived.
I have become a vibrant nobody.

-ARI

I am fighting
The malicious urge
To mutilate the shivering flesh
Upon my aching bones
But then again,
I suppose that’s not too odd
For a creature like me.

-ARI

I can feel the too lively weeds
Growing from the veins of adventure
Of which keep my soul alive.

For I have been still
Far longer than I ever should
And I can feel my heart withering.

I can feel all the vibrant colors
The universe itself has painted me
Draining from my ever growing cracks.

For with every drop of vibrant life
Falling from my weakening body I can feel
The light inside my soul dying a little more.

-ARI

I’m stuck inside somebody else’s head
I don’t know who she’s supposed to be.
It’s like we’re one single body
With two different personalities
I swear sometimes neither one can breathe.

Her face is smiling but I feel her soul dying
She’s begging me to finally set her free.
But she’s the face meant for society
The one everybody loves to meet.
The one I really want to be.

I’m the one always hiding
Behind hallow eyes always lying

Saying “I’m ok”

-ARI

I am a drunk.
Like the angry town fool
Stumbling through the darkened streets.

I am like a blind bird
Flying through a sea of skyscrapers.
Just waiting for the moment I crash.

I am sad.
Like the sea on a rainy day
For no one wants to drop by to say hello.

I am lost.
Like a child at the store
Wandering as my fear happily chokes me

I am hopeful.
Like an addict gambling
All my life saving on a “sure win”.

I am unsure.
Like a doctor staring at a dying child
As I’m holding a “might work” treatment.

I just want to be ok.

-ARI