I'm in too deep.
I can't touch the bottom with my feet.
But I'm not drowning,
I'm sinking in peace.

I'm in too deep.
I can't see what's around me.
I'm hidden in the folds
Of a deep blue sea.

I'm in too deep.
I can't hear the thrashing sea.
I'm just lost,
In the darkness around me.

I look up at the clock
I look back down
The page is blank
But the words flow out

I start to write
I start to worry
Time is running out
I can't breathe

Clawed hands reach out
They fit 'round my neck
They suffocate me
Until I'm out of breath

The claws push me back
And now I'm in the dark
I'm trapped in a box
Like a work of art

I breathe in dirt
Now I'm underground
Six feet under
Barely making a sound

"Let me out"
I hopelessly scream
"Let me breathe
Please hear me"

It's silent now
I've stopped trying
But I hear a whisper
Relentlessly saying

"Roses are red
Violets are blue
I got buried
So should you"

Why
Does living need to hurt?
I thought God was kind.
Were they all lies?
We might just be blind.

Oh wait,
I don't even believe
In him; it isn't real.

If it was, we would all
Be fine.

I pray.

I'll keep the bodies in boxes
I'll keep the emotions in bottles
They're bound to be found,
One day.
Until then I'll hide them.
Keep them safe.
In case if I need them later.
But the bottles will crack.
They'll be found.
They'll be seen.
Loud and clear.
Like, little bursts of explosions,
And no explosion is ever good.

I'm as whole as my heart,
Even if it's frozen.
But I've got cracks on my surface.
That show you I'm broken.

But broken ice is still cold,
So broken people can be too.

there is a house atop a hill
that houses the lonely and hurting
the ones that have burned their edges
they sit within their ship
incessantly sinking
and panic has already set in
so they grab at one another
pull at their hair and skin
because they fear time
they fear time will fail them
****** them from where they stand
end what is incomplete
what they must complete
but what they cannot
because time has interfered
and time is not the adventure they seek
because there is a house
that is haunting
it stands tall, unafraid
but alone
a house that is time itself
one where they gather
only to hurt
and inflict wounds
so deep
no one ever bleeds
because there will never be time
never enough time
to say anything
but what they mean
a kind of time
that they stretch
so they exist at every point
at every end
but they never witness
the whole
because they refuse to believe
that time is only a dream

I don't bite...
Hell.
These days
I don't even bark.

No bite, no bark, nothing.

Being tired tires you.

Plus.

I got nothing to bite.

I could be in the smallest room in the world and still feel small
I could be in the most open of fields and still see walls
I'm tiny, hunched down
Humility, but worse now
I'm drowning, but they love me
On the ground, it's killing me
But I still look up
Waiting for the sky
To
Fall
On
Me
There are waves on ceiling and they're stuck on green
Don't care for flowers so I picked dead leaves
There's a roof in my leak and stars on my wall
Pineapple lights but they won't turn on
There are words in my chest
And a man in my closet
Who throws my clothes off their hooks
Tells me to be honest
"Let that little girl out.
Turn the lights on.
Smile for more than a moment.
Or you'll be stuck in the smallest room in the world
Feeling small."

The littlest of lies
Conceal the largest truths.

Because the more extravagant your lie is
.
.
.
The less likely people are to believe it.

People fall apart quite a bit.
A few times.
But not as much as me,
Because I fall apart quite a bit, too.
A few times a day.

The guy that got confused between love and pain.

Nothing is real
         Nothing is promised
                                   Nothing is true
                                                 But I'm being honest
                                                          ­           Take a step forward
                                                         ­                               Take a step closer
                                                          ­           Take a step with me
                                                 We'll fall a little over
                                   Do not trust me
             I won't trust you
Letting you down
             Is what I can do
                               The more you fall                
                                             The deeper you'll dive
                                                            ­          The more you hurt
                                                            ­                     The slower you'll die
                                                             ­         Maybe you'll end up
                                                Where I already am
                           Walk down the steps                                                       
    ­       If you think you can
A warning's been given
                 No time to dwell
                               Please, welcome to
                                                   The stairs of hell.

I don't care enough about me
Or you
Or why the world spins
I can't even sleep
And somehow you think
That I'm hanging
Onto your every word
You are my muse
And I'm a flighty bird
With no direction
And listen
I understand
You love the attention
The gazing
The movie star treatment
And inspiration
Is hard to come by
So take what you need
I'll gladly concede
But leave me
Out of your dreams
I must be
Out of my mind
No that's you
I'm alright

Shrouded in darkness.
My wall, my clothes and my thoughts.
I’m lost in darkness.
The girl they knew is gone.

Lock the door.
Close your eyes.
Embrace the dark.
Slide down onto the floor.
Feel the cold wall.
Against your back.
Hit your head on the wall.
It sounds like a heartbeat.
Just listen carefully.
Block everything else out.
It keeps on going.
Then suddenly, it stops.
Just like your own.
Now, again.
Open your eyes.
See the light.
Embrace it.

I know I'm growing.
I know I'm evolving.
I'm changing.
And that's not really the problem.
There actually isn't one.
It's just something I don't like.
I'm a kid.
I don't understand the real world.
And all it's problems.
I mean, that's what I'm told.
But what they don't know,
What they can't see,
Is that I do understand.
I'm a kid, but that doesn't mean,
I'm small.
That doesn't mean
I can't see past the dashboard.
I can see the causes, the effects,
I see the people.
But what I don't like,
Is when I feel like they're right.
I don't like it when I feel small.
When I can't see anything.
When I don't understand.
Because I'm just a kid.

I don't know anything.

Hope keeps us waiting,
and it leaves us like that

Take them off.
They’re blinding you.
They’re hiding reality.
Take them off
And you’ll see
A different world.
One not so happy.
It’s scary,
But it’s real.
And that is better
Than some fantasy.
We don’t need to hide
To be protected.
The world doesn’t need to hide
For our protection.
Because knowing
Is protection enough.
It’s just a different way
Of seeing things.
It’s a change of view.
A change of perspective.
A change.

Rain drops
Rain falls
On my skin

Laughter
Fading
Escaping

Louder
Footsteps
No more hiding

Salty
Tears
Can't keep it in

Nothing good,
Not all of it bad.