Talk to me,
That's what you said,
every time something was wrong, you tried to get inside my head,

Talk to me,
You asked me to trust,
and when I opened up to you, I got crushed,

Talk to me,
I have no memories of our last day,
I need you, for one simple thing, then I can go away,

Talk to me,
Please don't hide from me in plain sight,
you told me I could talk to you, and now you left me still in this fright,

Talk to me,
Sweetie I am scared,
I don't know what I said or have done, my mind is unprepared,

Talk to me,
The things I fear I said compared,
to what's leaving my mind racing, retracing, rewinding these impairments,

Talk to me,
Things have happened,
I never could have imagined,

Talk to me,
like you promised,
please keep your word, just be honest,

Talk to me,
Because I need you to,
talk to me because I need you, and for you, to tell me, the truth.

Please,*
Just,
Talk to me,

though lifes beauty fades

with the cold gust of its wind

soon enough will come the day

where all will flower once again

I've been told from a young age,
that in the end,
everything is going to be alright,

but I'll lead you in on this little secret,
a Secret a word has been blocked from,
because the human race decided to put the blinders on,

Not everythings going to be alright,
and in the end,
If things haven't hurt you,

made you forget the sky is blue and the sun rises and shines each day,
but every time you only think about the things like,
how you ponder life and death,

and sometimes its too early for thoughts that whisper in your ears,
when u have to stop to make sure you heard them clear,
because sometimes they keep you up at night,

and the nightmares play live shows,
that you wanted to return your tickets to,
but you sit there and wait til the sun shines and makes the sky blue,

because sometimes that's all you can do,
and that's as close to alright as it gets,
When battles never seem to have a victor anymore,

Because we have more tools than we know what to use,
and if we could try to not abuse the people we've claimed to love,
because we should get even they had it rough,

because we sometimes wish for things that takes hearts above angels,
and we don't know if the angels wanna listen close enough to hear,
and people sit in hospitals each day praying to someone to just hear,

praying before themselves,
because they learned that someone means more to them,
inside their world, they don't wanna live like they died as well,
because of the impact that has been put upon from person to person,

But there prays will only ever be covered up by distant strangers,
praying for things they don't really need,
and the angels try really hard to get everyone what they need,

but when angels have to sift through prays of wants rather then needs,  when those people have got a roof over their head, sleep in there own bed,
never worried about where their meals come from,

we sit wondering why prayers go unanswered,
Why we keep complain about things when we're better than it could be,
Is it because it's not how you think it's meant to be,

Can't we see how we're lucky? I wonder to myself,
Do I have the right to be depressed over the thing that have been done to me,
even as bad as they have seemed, even the  worst afflictions done onto me,
when countless people have it worse and say,
everything's going to be alright,

because I still don't feel like it's alright,
when my world crashes before my feet as people shove you,
off cliffs for the fun of hearing your screams echo as your fall.

But sometimes you want to fall too,
Sometimes we leap off the building that mimic cliffs,
because we can't take everything,

because sometimes,
like life handed us out the rotten lemons,
because from the start we learn how it's never going to be sweet,

But we have to learn to make the most of it,
so even when thing seem like nothing could get better,
we know at some point,

maybe right now nothing is going to be alright,
and everything's not going to be alright,
but something will be alright,

But it just takes time,
and patience,
as we learn to make the most of rotten lemons.

I watched them bleed tears,
watched the red stain their pale face like it wanted to tear away what was under their skin,

as if tears of blood were telling them you're thicker within.
but you see,
they, couldn't stop crying,

couldn't get it all out,
what has been done to them,
they can't even speak about.

you told them blood is thicker than water,
but they bleed the thickest red tears, so large,
like ink, and will overwrite your name,

from their memory,
from there family,
from everything you have taken from them,

they won't need you gripping at their ankles,
always being the one to pull them down every time they were in a fight,
no longer will will you make them feel like they're living a worthless life,

all the good memories have been bleed on,
red ink does not come out with an apology,
and it doesn't even lift the stain lightly,

when it's done to spite them
and despite their innocence,
and despite their age,

but you ruined them,
and you think they should grow up about it,
move on about it,

and forgive you,
they kept silent,
every night they cried because of the things you would do,

and now when they cry,
they begin to bleed,
Thick tears to cover up the mess,

as to try and fix all the monstrous distresses,
fixing their family to feel something right,
breaking limbs off the family tree til it's nothing but a wreck,

snapping the limbs harder as they picture yours in its place instead,
and this is trying to live,
for them,

while everyone, they have left,
still wants to fight them,
and hurt them more then they already are.

Feathered head and weathered dreads,
no one comes out to play with me and my imaginary friends,
I promise were lots of fun,
we are we are,
I promise oh please,
come out and play with me,
were waiting to see,
we wait to see your fears,
and all your uncaught unsafe dreams,
fall right apart,
oh it'll be a blast, it'll be sweet,
this nightmare dream is totally neat!
don't be shy,
come eat a slice of america's mini apple pie,
but you're not allowed one bite,
until you come outside with me and my imaginary friends!
we can fake our deaths,
and rob our neighbors cars for cigarettes.
and if we see they don't have any left,
we will just borrow the money instead!
so why won't you come outside with me and my imaginary friends?
but first,
fly yourself on out the front door.
so we can destroy the world.
just you,
me
and my
imaginary friends.

Shallow breathing and bad circulation
Asthma and Bipolar disorder type 2
Clingy and dependent at the same time distant
Anxiety and a whole lot of love for **you