is like
being born
with a new pair of shoes.

you have new eyes
new feelings
everything is new
just out of the box.

you live
and laugh,
cry tears of surprise.

an escape
from this dreadful reality
something refreshing and
different.

become lost in their thoughts,
breathe in unison,
become one.

but now it ends
and you are ****** back
in to the cold, unforgiving universe
but don't worry
you can always pick up
another novel
and begin
reading
again

darling
you're too young to hate the world

too young
to be broken down
those rocks slung over your shoulder

look awfully heavy
mind if i
carry
them for you?

they all tell me
that my dreams are
s t u p i d .
I can never be what makes my chest swell in pride
I can never be what makes my breath come easier
I can never be what makes my heart pulse faster under my skin
I can never be who I need to be
because of their
s t u p i d
comments
telling me that my dreams
are incredibly
s t u p i d .

he approached me as the sky streaked pink
limping with tears streaming down his gaunt cheeks
he whispered to me under heavy breaths and groans
"someone cracked my ribs while I was asleep.
I woke up this morning only to find them broken
and marked with a delicate design of pain.
I shriveled and gasped and could not breathe
and I finally understand what you mean
when you speak of your depression."

every night
I am scared to close my eyes

for the fear
that I may never wake up again
is so overwhelming.