Today
I was trash.
A huge pile of ******* trash.

I fear that is all
I will ever
Be.

I'm so lonely
and no one wants
That.

I inhale
storm clouds
like smoke.
Never
do I cough.
I want to see
how far I can destroy
myself
and whatever else there
Is.
I carry a hammer
with the hopes
of destruction

Walking anyone

to the door

makes me feel

lower than low

and remember

not just anyone

but someone.

I wake

and ache

unable to truly

grasp anything,

I'm giving you the creeps.
I don't even know what I need.
I am no help to anyone.
Myself
I am no one.
No one can help me.
I don't even know what I need.
Help me
Help me

I hungrily stare at everyone I meet
Everybody is leaving and everybody is going
I listen to the ones that have left
and I go nowhere
in the hopes that I’ll just
slip off the edge
somehow
without moving an inch.

Quite frankly,

I drape myself in black and leather

and it’s all so funny

because I don’t want to be alone.

I remember
lying in bed
together
and thinking of poetry
instead of action.
Rarity
Rarity.
Thinking of poetry
instead of you.
Rolling over
and that was the end of it

I’ve never been
so close
to an owl
Before.
I stared
and stared.
Away he flew
into the night.
Every so often
I have the same wish.

I truly want
to be loud
to scream.
I simply cannot.
Trust me,
I've tried.
Trust me,
I've lied.

Sometimes I miss your voice
and other times your touch.
But last night,
I just missed you.