I wish I was happy, but it feels so far, 
A light out of reach, like a distant star. 
Is it too much to ask, to find peace in this race, 
When I’m lost in the crowd, seeking my own place?

I want to be different, to stand apart, 
With dreams that burn fierce in the depths of my heart. 
Yet the world spins around, with a ceaseless hum, 
And I wonder if my time will ever come.

I see myself rising, at the top of it all, 
Where the doubts and the whispers no longer call. 
But happiness feels like a fleeting embrace— 
I chase it, but it slips, like wind in a chase.

Still, I dream in the silence, in the calm of the night, 
That one day I'll shine in my own perfect light.

Ink,
flavor that still tempts me
color green,
and black,
red,
but there is no white
like there is no black note
two flavors we cannot see
to make a better world
circle,
a triangle,
squares,
but we cannot see them
drawn in pen
words in ink will be
tomorrow?

Open up my wounds
Drench me in my sorrow

With every waking day,
hand me another pill too hard to swallow

It gives me thrill
A taste of a dark state of bliss

For who can resist
another opportunity to wallow?

My very own mind made misery
A haven from the first sign of glee

Take me there
so I can go nowhere

Lock me in
the sanctuary under my skin.

Your eyes are shining as you stare directly at the sun:
I just want to feel something
I don’t feel pain so why should I stop
Your voice is too far away for me to listen
I didn’t mean to make you cry
I’ll look at you
I’m trying to say your name but nothing comes out
“Mm.. mm..” can’t you hear me?
Why do you look so sad?
I’m sorry…I’ll be better
I’ll hug you until I can feel my arms, and stomach, and mouth
I want to say “I love you” so I pat your back and squeeze your arm