I'm a little bit scared in my mind
Seeing what will happen to me
How's it gonna be
Outta this world or packed in a box
I pick up my jacket and went outside for a smoke
The party next door is just too loud
I'm not invited since I have issues
House slabbed with tissues isn't my thing
But I just want silence
But they don't understand the way I am
And it seems to me that they don't care
Wondering where the mother and father are at, look what happens when they turn their back
Sometimes I hate to be bothered with children in the morning
But i think I'm crazy stressed out with these goals and my GPA, what can I say that won't get me into trouble
I'm just a little bit scared in my mind
Seeing what will happen to me
What do I need
How's it gonna be
Outta this world or packed in a box
I feel like there's a chain on my neck
I've attacked myself with these abusive thoughts
I feel like there's a chain on my neck
Help me out here

I don't believe in heaven,
couldn't find a reason.
If I get to live after I die,
I'd rather live another life.

Under the identical night sky as yours,
I fill my lungs with the sweet smoke,
knowing you're doing the same thing
miles away.
you, the need to fit in,
me, wishing to forget my sins
you, a sense of belonging with your friends,
me, alone, wondering who I became.

through the haze, I see your face.

3 | 31 Poems for August

I received a notification that you posted a picture an hour ago.
How you manage to look that happy is something that I’ll never know.
I’ll never know if I’ll ever be able to let you go.
Watching TV, while Passenger’s “Let Her Go” is on repeat.
I’m listening, but sporadically missing the lyrics and the beat.
It hurts to write but it hurts even more walking around with an untold story.
So I write to write, I write to save myself.
I write to save the little bit of love that I have left.
The song keeps playing, “Only know you love her when you let her go.”
Let her go, but I need to let her know that my love will continue to grow.
My love for her is something that I’ll always proudly show.
They say home is a beating heart and sweaty palms.
Home is where the heart is and that’s what hurts the hardest.
Help me stop the hurting, help me become a better person.
Too many times I try to hide all that I’m feeling inside.
The pit of my stomach is full of dead butterflies.

I received a notification that you posted a picture an hour ago.
How you manage to look that beautiful is something that I’ll never know.
I’ll never know if I’ll be able to ever let you go.
But just know, my reflection of love is eternal even if the mirror begins to crack.
Even though you have left, I’ll always try to get you back.
Too many times I try to hide all that I’m feeling inside.
The pit of my stomach is full of dead butterflies.

With your forehead
Pressed against mine
And our fingers intertwined
With nothing but our breaths
Behaving erratically
Its vibrations
Bouncing on the walls
Like the creaky bed we're laying on
And our sweat swirling together
Us becoming one
When you leave me
Tangled in the sheets
I'll miss you, sure
But I can guarantee
To you
I won't come looking
To be left again
That's why I'll forget about you
Even if I'd have to force myself
I'd press my forehead against another
Intertwine my fingers with a stranger
Breathe into someone else's ear
And not hold back
On letting my sweat roll
Onto the person who isn't you's back
I won't hold back
If that means forgetting you

Look into our eyes.
We are broken.
We have had enough.
We cannot even stand ourselves.

Our eyes say it all;
The distant empty gaze,
The sleepy bags,
And the hollow look.

We dream.
We aspire.
We desire;
All a chasing after the wind.

A better life seems is the goal,
Only to suddenly end;
And with us the aspirations,
And the dreams unrealized.

We know it is coming;
Anytime now,
For we are a fragile state,
And wither like the rest of nature.