Sometimes, the world pours from my eyes
and all light escapes me.

I am incongruous;
inconstant. I am this
night, this day arising
from the hollows of
death, despair. I am
this broken cry, shattering
the glass silence; disruption
of the subtle calm that
holds you. I disclose myself
in all my intimacy, in my darkest
shade, in my natural state
of blood and skin. I disclose
myself to the cold stare of
a view from some high up
place. Some high up place of
judgement that strikes me down.
Strike me down in my place.
Hold me no more.

I used to think you knew me.
Now you just hold my lungs underwater.

I'm going to be somebody someday.

I'm going to matter, be something
worth the minute it would have taken to say 'hi'.

I'm going to be loved, more than just temporarily.

I'm going to be worth more than a birthday card
with no greeting, no hugs, no wishes.

I'm going to be somebody you can't touch,
Someone happy, somebody with someone to come home to.

I'm going to be someone, without you.

Stop me.

I need help.

I will keep bleeding. I will keep bleeding. I will keep bleeding.

Until you hear me. Hear me.

Snap the metal. Snap the bars. Snap the wrists. Snap my neck.

I need a wake up call.

I need a phone call.

Stop me.


Wake me up.

You fill my heart with balloons,
and my lungs with sunshine.

You fill me
with a love so strong,
it could bring me to pieces.
You fill me
with joy.