I want to be me
but everyone has these expectations
where I cannot be free.
I am trapped in a being
One of utter selfishness and selflessness
one that doesn’t have meaning.
There is so much buried down so deep
I’m too afraid and too tired to dig it all out
that he final solution seems to be eternal sleep.

I am engulfed in an ocean.
Rocking in my watery cradle,
I drift in and out,
Watching the black speckled sky,
Floating in the night.
I want to reach out,
But I hesitate and decide not to.
Am I scared of the light?
I close my eyes.
I have a weird craving to sink,
To just be suspended with a certain comforting pressure holding me together.
Alone in my ocean there is peace.

You are the angel that was sent to help me vanquish my inner demons.

Poetry is only the lament
of a lover's soul.

Isn't it ironic
How one could have the passion of a poet,
Yet feel so dead?

He made me scared to touch,
Scared to feel,
Scared to love,
Because it's never real.