The evidence of the crime is hardly ever as prominent as it is portrayed in your mind
When people don't know they should be looking, they will never know
Often it is not the facts that give you up
But the guilt
Your own deceit pushing you further toward the edge
But if you can keep the guilt under lock and key,
A well-planned story, just in case, is all you really need

Although they seem a glaring proclamation in red to me, they are in fact no more than simple scratches across my skin, organized in neat lines, nearly hidden by the way I hold my arm

Sometimes, I wonder at how much we don't see

I send my soul into the sky
Words trying to make noise in a void
It is vulnerability without the teeth-chattering life or death roulette

We are all the same when we get to this place
Dying hands searching for someone to hold on to

There are people here who care
They don't know your name
But they will send love and support your way
Words to pull you from your pain

It is strange that the people who you will never meet know you better than those you already know

It's the greatest feeling for someone's lonely voice to come across the void and tell you
You are not alone

I hope I can be here for you invisible strangers
The same as you have been for me
I hope you all know
That you are more than enough
I hope you all can hear my voice when I whisper
*thank you

My logic
was not a part of belief.

The answer you proffered is
not, what it was
supposed to be.

The question sits like a
butterfly on my chest.

It was a sham exercise
to wipe out the dirt from the eyes.

Life, death and the
unknowing are the failures
of man.

I am ready to repatriate
my end from the noose, for
not accepting the award.

Wellbeing is an illness that plagues my mind
regardless of what others believe it to be.

I can't **** myself
because tomorrow I'm walking into town
with my best friend
in the middle of the school day
and getting coffee, it's a special occasion

And the death of a friend never makes for very good present, especially not on someone's eighteenth birthday

You show up
and nothing else matters
here with you settled down
in the calm of morning garden
the sun is sitting beautifully
in this very roof.

We are the dream
that never ends
flowers in my hand
arms embracing me
and I've never wanted
to kiss you more in my life.

They say everything
that's in front of you
leads you home
but you're here just behind me
and I don't want to go
anywhere else.

i have come to accept
that i am always
full
of love
of hate
of anger
of pain

i am never
half way

i can never
meet you
in the middle

if you pick me up
and make me spill
i am not sorry