Bottled up,
Can't breathe,
Desperation visits,
Heart on my sleeve.

Shadowed by red,
Blinded by light,
No one to save me,
No one in sight.

Wild wind,
Howling in my ear,
Flakes on my face,
Eyes filled with fear.

No sense,
Confusion left me blind,
Puzzles and equations,
Maze of words undefined.

Words out my mouth,
Ignorance is key,
All my words are lost,
No one notices me.

In the background,
Forgotten that I'm there,
Until I create problems,
Then they really care.

I can't breathe,
Desperation visits,
Wasting away,
Minute by minute.

Heard,
Suddenly they notice,
The puzzled mind,
Put down to psychosis.

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Too late.

Unforgotten mistakes.

Am man enough to hold my self together..
Am man enough to accept things as they are...
But am only a girl, I'll scream your name inside...
Just a girl, sometimes I break, always wishing you by my side...
Almost human to hope everything turns out better than we expect...
Pure believer to know Allah wrote the best for both of us to accept...
I know everything will be alright...
And am almost okay as long as you're happy...
I love you enough to wish you all the best..
I love you enough to leave you be..
I love you more than to be the cause of your misery..


I hope you know... I will always love you...

To whom it may concern
I'm just another ****-up.

It's hard for me to express
all the words on my mind.
Though there are many things
that I'd like to say here,
it never comes out right anyway.

Yes, I am a lost soul, though
I've never been much for finding things.
Content in our misery? Not quite.
Though there are stars
that always shine the brightest
and they're there if you bother to look.

Not the best at many things,
like drawing, singing, spinning, dancing.
I wish I could say that I was confident
while doing the things that I love to do.
I've never had the pleasure
of keeping my hopes real high
The master at keeping my head down low.

Loving life was never easy.
I've never said it was.
Scars prove my journey.
No one knows I go through these things
but maybe you understand better now
About who I am.

I never wanted it to get this far.
I never wanted it to be this dark.
and my mind is constantly
plagued with these thoughts.
It's safe to say that my mind is alive.

I'm not outspoken and I'm not quiet.
I'm not fat and I'm not skinny.
I'm not ugly and I'm not beautiful.
I'm not boring and I'm not fun.
I'm Morgan, nice to meet you.

i have not seen you today-
nor yesterday-
nor the day before that-
and so on.
i have not seen you in several days and
yet i can not stop thinking about your voice.
i hear you in books
and the way the rain falls on my lips
and with every step i take through a puddle--
i hear your muddled voice praying through the hot summer
for me to stay alive just one more day.

you did not know wether i would stay or if i would go.
but, if i were to tell you that i only stayed for you,
would you have loved me back in time?

maybe all of those prayers were wishes
and those wishes were thoughts
and those thoughts were nothing.

Hardships are a funny thing.

Not funny as in "ha ha"
Or as in "weird"

I mean as something
I have always had
That not everyone else
Has always had.

It's like when you meet someone
From a whole different culture
And they have these weird customs
That you're unfamiliar with.

I've always had extreme money issues in my home
And my parents always fighting
And broken down things
And countless other bad things

But then I make a friend
Go to their house,
And see them have
A completely happy family.

No money issues
No fighting
Everything in perfect working order
And countless other good things

And I'm amazed
I never knew
People could ever
Be like that.

It's crazy.

I wish that you'd see
The deeper dark part of me
And not be frightened.