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Oh, you swear, do you?
When will I begin believing truth?
I'm just a naive youth.

Quit taking advantage of me.
You know you're all I see.
You know you made me believe.

How could I let myself fall?
How did you break down my walls?
Tears made my eyes shine like a doll's
because of you.

I hate what you do to me.
Why didn't you let me wither;
Just let me waste away
Until I find another day?

Why did you choose to care?
It doesn't make sense.
Why did you become a child's bear
When you knew my childishness?

All I wanted was to drift away
But you made me want to stay.
Why couldn't you just let me take the easy way?

I owe you so much debt.

Why me?
Why did you choose me to love?
Why did you cry over me?
Why do you have to mean so much to me?
I'm sorry...
Tick tock
Watch the hands race around the clock.
You mark the time
by the reflection on a dime.
red, black, red, red, black, red.
Connect them together
I win again.
Forget about my past
Immersed in rebirth

Sleeping.
    Sitting.
        Bored.

Talking.
    Listening.
        Tears.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What should I see?

I look at the mirror,
She looks back at me.
Not the girl with fear in her eyes.
Not the girl controlled by insignificant slivers.

Instead the girl with the ginger hair.
The girl who plays above the stairs.
The girl with confidence.
The girl up there.

See the smile?

See the joy?

She's back.
3/4 of my hospital stay poems.
Let me start
by setting the scene.
Look around.
They're not what they seem.

I've grown to know them,
grown to love them.
I learned to show them,
had to help them.

You learn to listen.
You learn to not judge.
In this hospital of sorts,
you see you're not alone.

There's the Angry,
the Sad,
the Scared,
the Mad

However.

We're not crazy.
Try to see their past.
No one's really as different
As the name taped on their back.
2/4 of my mental hospital poems.
My heart is beginning to smile
as I feel the love of people
I had no clue
there were so many of you.
Now I see
and I bleed
the clearest of tears.
You don't know
how much you've saved
my body, mind, soul
and et cetera.
I still can't believe
the way you talk to me
You're beautiful.
You create beauty.
Beauty in me.
Beauty in music.
Beauty in words.
Beauty in my soul.
I don't know
where it comes from.
But I guess it's there
somewhere
in there.
How do you do that?
How did you know?
What did you see
Way inside of me?
First of four poems that I wrote during my time in a mental hospital...
When it's least expected, it hits like a
freight train.

Where you're playing guitar on a sunny afternoon and
tornadoes blow through.

Writing songs to the beat of my heart,
the room catches fire.


My candle is blown out.

Suddenly
I can't see.
Trapped in the black silence

I create my shackles
and swallow my own key.

People come and go.

Some try to break the ties.

I glare with danger in my eyes.

Biting the hand that feeds
is now my only need.

How did I get to this point?

I won't allow me out of this joint.


Go away.

Leave me be.

Don't you see?



Come back...

Please...
If only you knew my pain
knew my fear
knew the everlasting ache for literature.

Maybe then you'd understand.
Maybe then you'd get the hint.

Perhaps you'd be more empathetic.

How about we strike a deal?

I'll eat the banana,
and you slip on the peel.

Maybe for once you'll get it.
Maybe walking a mile in my converse
Will give you a better look at the inverse.

Would the stench of blisters keep you focused?

I doubt it.
But I'll keep going at it.

I don't need you
or your drama
or the stress.

But you sure as hell need me
and my care
and my help.

But I can't let go.
No matter how it tears me down.

You will go first
and I'll be here
give you a boost

to Heaven's Light.
I don't even know...
Strum

Strum

Time to tune up

Play a little harder til the coils spring up.

Play

     Sing

          Scream

Pound out the rhythm.

Make sure they all hear.

It's your last chance.

Your last cry for help.

Don't listen to them say:

     "you're sick. Go to hell."

Believe

     Walk

          Sing

Twist

     Pour

          Swallow

Black.


Rest.



Peace.
It's a mess but it's what I was feeling.
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