Please.
For I beg of you
To not leave me alone.
Do not leave me alone
With my thoughts.
They are too
Powerful.
Overwhelming.
If you leave,
They will take over.
They will devour me.
Take me in,
Claim my mind as their own,
And destory me.

I have come
To convince myself
That storms
Are actually my mind.
The tears I have held in
Come pouring out.
The screams I have held in
Come roaring out.
The strikes I have held in
Come flashing out.
My mind is spinning.
Storms are only
A figment of my imagination.
For they are my mind.

Life is full of beautiful things;
wonderous things.
Swimming at the beach;
Bonfires;
Sleepovers;
Dying your hair;
Going to college;
Growing old with the one you love;
Big cities;
New people;
Playing in the snow;
Picking fresh fruit;
Not knowing where you are driving to;
Decorating your room;
First loves;
New songs;
Laying in the grass;
Camping;
Starring at the stars;
Meeting celebrities;
New friends;
Visiting old friends;
Butterflies in your stomach;
Painting your toenails;
Feeding animals at the zoo;
Owning your own pet;
Traveling;
Buying new shoes;
Taking a hike;
Getting out of town;
New experiences;
Adventures;
Living.

They say you must try
and never give up.
What they don't say is:
it's not that easy.
They let you on your own
to figure out that
trying is just as hard as
being a quarterback;
making the best dessert;
or even standing up and speaking.
I must put effort
and work
and responsibility
and dedication
into trying.
I do not think
I have the strength for that.