I spend this remaining time thinking of you. This song floats my mind on its stormiest day. I wait for it to calm, but you are all that stays. No matter how much I shake, you stay like a snow globe; no matter how much is around you, your face is a clear picture. This melody sends me back to a time where everything was okay. I sway to the beat wishing you were in my arms. I wish the brightest day was when you smiled in front of me. Your eyes spray sunshine, but our memories tear me apart. I wonder if you'll ever read my pointless poems. I've spent too long regretting what never could be. I'm sitting behind a phone listening for the moment I can burst into a conversation with you, but its 1 am.

Death seduces the weak, and ignores the strong. Suicide roams the air like its a new drug. Death is found in every home, and the last adventure I want to take. I grow to find myself growing weak, anticipating death to kiss me in the moonlight. My world has been spinning, only to see the devil is dancing with us all.

The dark consumes me like the cold covers the night, the tears wash my blood as my blade only deepens the wound. The depression acts as a blanket when I need warmth. Suicide becomes a thought when I see no hope. My blade becomes a must to my problems. My belt becomes a nuce for my throat. My life becomes hell that I call home. Pain becomes the life I choose to live. The only thing keeping me alive is a friend. A very special friend that shows me pain identical to mine. So I choose to live in silence knowing others can feel my pain. I choose to live with her and one day we bwill show each others scars.... One day

I am no king. I am merely a shadow left in the dust from those who are burned from the flames of hate and poverty. I am no king. I have no jewels, I have no voice, I do not have a guard to defend me from the man who truly does have power. I feel pain and live a hell satan couldn't create. I am no king, so don't make me out to be one princess.

I see a warrior behind all the wounds you called a "accident"

It took years to suppress you and only minutes to embrace. You have given me hell, but let me see some beautiful insights. I've poured you and varied you and did everything to numb you. From drugs to alcohol, self harm to counseling, and you've never died. You've made me feel things I've never wanted to feel, but I thank you for being the only thing to stay by my side.

I spend my days sipping hot tea and roaming different trends of words

Illuminate the path you have carved into my heart. Take what you have left and don't look back. Pull whatever knife you've had in my back and throw them at your next victim. Unveil the identity you've cherished for so long. Show me what its like to have my heart ripped from the cold hands that had pieced it together.

Through the blistering fires and the piercing wounds. I stand before myself. I lay in the depths of all emotions. I rest my head on the thought of being something else but maintaining myself. I've seen the inside of every lie and truth I've ever told. I have heard the noises I made and the effects they've caused. I have finally found what I've been longing for. I have found myself at last.