What is awake?
A heart attack that you chose to take
An earthquake
Shakeing your mind into a sleeping state
But stay awake

Awake is keeping your mind from your lake
Your lake being the world you step into
Too late
Transparent
Stay awake

Awake is a tear holding you back from free
Awake is abusing you
Beating you out of clarity
Awake is a chain
So come on
Go to sleep

i do not believe in confidence
confidence is never really there
it's the thought
if it was there
hate couldn't destroy it so easily

as birds fly
across the sky
i remember how i used to fly
taking the air by the reins and riding it to the sunset

as i took you in my hand
and on my arm you flew beside me
braking barriers

and as the blood driped
i remembered how much i loved the smell of roses
but more so
i loved the touch of a thorn

on the floor in my bedroom
with nothing but my blood
and your wispers saying
"give me more"

explaining to me why i'm worthless without you
what else to do but believe it?

but i was caught in time to realize
this should not have been the end
so goodbye to my hollow bird
i can never fly again

there is a wall separating you and me
a wall that only you can see
it's barrier is made of
pain, destruction, and misery
and you can't get past it
if it's all that you think
to get past it
all you need
is to say
this isn't me
i believe in a better day
if you say those words
there would be no misery
to be seen
so break down the barrier
come be with me

no matter what they say
safe is a dangerous place
it holds your heart
it locks you away
when you run home crying
safe will comfort you
but safe is not God
it can't do what God can do
so step outside the cage
don't let safe lock you away

since she was 11
she knew
being abused isn't a punishment
it's a birthright

You cut open trees
For the broken rings
To determan age
Did you ever stop to think the rings are self inflicted?
That age has nothing to do with it?

I'm becoming the person I was afraid I would be
The the evil inside that always scared me
I'm becoming the person I hated all my life
But i don't wanna keep hating me
And I know you don't think its a horrible thing
But you don't see it from the thoughts I hate myself for thinking
The walk i walk isnt very
Becoming

I learned that
When you wish upon a broken dream
You become your very nightmare
And nobody is there
Nobody is ever there
Nobody will ever be there

This is how it has to be?
Do I hold on?
Do I give up?
Do I hate me for who I am?

Do I pray it away?
Or rip it out with my own hand?

Thoughts
Feelings
Words
Action
Lack thereof
Love
Hate
Cracked
Broken
Sadness
Pain
Happiness
Joy
Lastl­y
Poetry consists of tears