I do not cry anymore
What are tears for
Anyways…
And this pain
My heart feels
Reminds me that
Fact is
I am alive,
I don’t know why
But I am alive.

Poisoned,
I am trying to reach
for the end.
Maybe
I am just bored
of all my friends.
Maybe I am
bored of every morning,
and mourning
that comes with it.

I went to a doctor,
possible depression,
no pills,
nothing heals,
There are no hills
to walk up,
Just underground.
Feels like I am bound
to go:
Down, Down, Down...

If I can't walk, I'll crawl,
As advised by wise,
I play crowd,
I am okay,
I just simply
Don't want to
Wake up
Tomorrow.

You looked at me with those heavy limpid eyes, tears dissipating into a million endless nights.

The echoing silence piercing through the curious walls, wanting to hear her voice one more time.

I cannot write.
I cannot focus.
You timid maleficent virus,
Who do you think you are?

Do not try and ephixiate your mind on random cohesions.
Breathe.

Everthing is an abormal abnormality,
The thought of existance, such a chaotic verse of simplicity.

Exhale.

Open the gates of inguinity and forget what lies beneath you,
You are far better than your demons. The demons that seek to end all presence of creativity.

Let there be nothing but a powerful pound of the heart.

I am alive. I am the darkness inside the light.

There is nothing more daunting,
When you tell a girl she is beautiful
And she doesn't believe you.