Sometimes you make me
Feel the lowest of the* low.
*No deeper to go.

A man of few words,
Whose thoughts often get misheard.
Loving the absurd.

All that I wanted,
Was for you to just hold me
Like you do* *grudges.

Haven't* *felt the need
To write or to breathe. Lately,
It's consuming me.

Crying till I sleep.
Tear soaked* sheets, *depression feeds.
Comes but never leaves.

Today I don't care.
Melancholy fills the air.
My lungs need repair.

I remember being in so much pain.
Like I had been stabbed a million times.
It
Felt so
Good
Like the pain was meant to be there.
Like all million blades fit perfectly.
**Every
Single
One.

Life* is a poem.
*Even if your unhappy,
While you're writing it.

I could have the map
In my hands and I'd still feel
Absolutely* *lost.

The tears make it hard to see
Like driving in the rain with no wipers.
I don’t know where this message will go
Like my hands are off the wheel.
I’m swerving out of control
And I’m almost happy you’re not here.
I miss you so much.
You mean more to me than a nice paintjob and that’s saying a lot.
I wish tears could clean a car.

You are
The air to my lungs,
The blood in my veins,
The pulse to my heart.
You are the reason I’m alive
And I love you more
Than words could ever describe.