I am just
another flaw
on the skin
of society

I can't take back
The words I never said
Because they stay on my tongue
Like liquor on a alcoholics breath

Tomorrow.
That one word.
Makes me feel like there is a chance.
A chance for me to be something great...
To be someone great.
Maybe I'll be a famous poet.
Would people listen to the stories behind my work?
Maybe a singer.
Would they hear me then?
Or an author.
Would they cry when a sad part meets their minds?
Tomorrow.
That one word.
Comes to my mind.
Today.
Will tomorrow be great?
Or will it be shallow?
Tomorrow.
I want there to be always a tomorrow.
As long as I live.
That word will mean so much to me.
Today.

Leaves falling from the trees.
As the Autumn winds,
Put the children down to sleep.
As children's mothers stay awake.
Singing to the the children,
Trying to get them to hibernate.
But alas one child doesn't sleep.
For his mother isn't there.
His mother is asleep in her old rocking chair.
He go's to her room.
She is not there...
He checks the house, outside, and all,
But his mother isn't there.
He goes into the woods...
To find her dead.
In her old Mothers Day rocking chair.
He didn't cry.
He just stared.
Thinking, "How could this be fair?"
For tomorrow is Mothers Day.
But he has no mother.
To love and care.

Have you ever been surrounded by people, yet you still feel alone?

Cause I am.

I'm scared. The universe is getting bigger and it gets more lonely.

Pretending so hard that you're fine and then when no one sees, you broke down in tears. That's what I always do.

Indeed, fake happiness is still the worst sadness.

Small, dark room became my favorite place. I hate going out. I hate interacting with people.

Humans are the most fake thing on earth.

And yes I am human. I am fake. I pretend.

And I know some of them are pretending as well.

Pretending every single day that everything's fine when they are really hurting.

Walls became my best friends too. I always lean on them when I break down.

They always hear the sound of that person, her cry, her loneliness, *the person who's alive but not living.

my mind has been lost
in a maze
full of
thoughts and feelings
that in a while
will **** me

Razors, pain you.
Rivers, drown you.
Acid, burns you.
drugs, sicken you.
Life, threatens you.
You might as well live.
Because.
Death, kills you.

if it wasn't
for the mistakes
I've made,
I wouldn't be
where I am today