if he crawls will you crawl too?
if he falls will you fall too?
he cries in silence can you not see his tears?
all kinds of hope dissapears.

no one sits with him cause he doesnt fit in,
but you feel like you do when you make fun of him.
it's not like you hate him and want him to die
but he might go home and think suicide

no one talks to him he feels so alone,
he's in so much pain to survive on her own.
he lives on the edge old enough to decide,
his brother who wants to be him is just nine

but she will be gone too soon

*(c.m.h)

i never meant to hurt you
but eventually.. i did
i wouldnt dream about letting you down
but i did anyways
i didnt wanna make you sad..
but i failed at making you smile
i have no choice left then saying goodbye..
but i cant

(c.m.h)

Is there anyone
on the other side
of that door?
I'm in fear for my life.
it's much more than innate
it's the things I create
in the closet of my mind.
I design my friends
with big black eyes, and dark histories
and sharp teeth
and secrets.

I'm the author,
the artist,
the god,
in the realm that I hide in that's reserved in my mind.
I don't go outside
the terrors inviting, so I've convinced myself,
this is where I belong.

Just leave me alone.

This is where I belong.

I need to be alone.

Alone.

*With my friends.