I wonder if he ever thinks about me
I wonder if I ever appear in his dreams
I wonder if he knows my love is true
I wonder if he wonders about me too

His smile warms me, as I melt into his embrace...
Leaning into him, my head on his chest,
Drifting to the lull of his heartbeat as he caresses my hand...
His head on mine... Jumbling my thoughts...
He sings in choir, his voice lulling my mind into a peaceful sleep ...

Never allow someone to be your priority while you're just their option.

I'm tired of trying to rhyme
Expired of the idea,
Dying from the expectation,
Crime of the uninspired poet
And I know it
I can show it
Just rhymes with no meaning
To it
Dying from expectation
Admire the man
With nothing to say
Only elation
Infinite relation
Sensation of the nation
Occasion of inebriation
I'm drunk off of education
No occasion for vacation
No sign and no direction
And dying from expectation
I'm tired of trying to rhyme

My depression tells me I'm not wanted
My ADHD tells me to go find someone who will want me because sitting here won't change anything
My anxiety tells me to hide from anyone who might want to talk to me
While my bi polar argues about if it's worth talking to anyone or not
My psychosis tells me that everyone I could need is in my mind
While showing me things I don't want to see
How do you find your point in life
When your head keeps telling you otherwise?

Darkened by love's light dying.
Withered by the storms in my head.
Feelings of what is no longer the same.
Memories of a time before blame.

A crater of blank space filling my chest.
Where thoughts trying to become words die.

Understanding became a foreign language.
Our eyes never meeting, and our laughter fading.
Differences put us at a disadvantage.
Our hearts never syncing, what was may be lost.

Today he came again, seeping into my thoughts.
He says he is my friend, but always shuts off the lights.

He lives in the darkness, wears it as a cloak that trails behind him.
Visiting when I'm alone. Breaking into my home.

A demon in every right, but a voice so soothing, all I wish to do is lay in bed.

He sings me to sleep as I keep falling deeper into a dream of black. A dream slowly becoming reality.

His voice paints my walls, and my skin and my heart, all dark.

As the color leaves my face and my skin turns cold, he smiles, knowing he is no longer alone in the shadows.

"What's wrong?" She asks. Spoken simply, for its a simple thing to say. I didn't get much sleep last night. My brain was putting up a fight. Tossing and turning for hours on end, pretending to be unaware of the sun peaking over the horizon.

I haven't had much of an appetite. Sure I attempt to eat what I'm able, but it never sits well. I may ***** it up but time will tell.

My thoughts move too fast, sometimes I forget when to laugh. It's hard to know how much is real cuz everyone thinks it's an act. But it's real, everything I feel in my head and my heart, and the whispers and the shouts, reality fading and freaking me out.

I don't think I can cope with all of my madness, i lay gasping for breath, with feelings of death clutching my chest. I'm not sure how much time I have left.

I haven't left my room in a week, my body feels weak, I can barely stand on my feet. Maybe it's from too little to eat or not enough sleep. Sometimes I will my heart not to beat. So many thoughts fill up my head that I realize I forgot to speak.
"Nothing, I'm fine" I manage the squeak.