show yourself to me
so i know you're real
and not some myth
that i created.

-k.m.

don't block it out,
dont cut so it stops,
don't drink yourself numb.
just sit and let it all rip you apart.
and then get up and keep breathing.
one breath at a time.
wake up,
and be shredded.
cry for a while.
then stop crying and go about your day.
you're not okay, but you're alive,
and you will be
okay.

-k.m.

there is a boy who catches my bus
who has bluey-grey eyes as clear
as the lake
the kids go swimming in.

he sits with his friends
and laughs a lot at little
things.
and when his friends are silent,
he looks out the window.

i sit two seats behind him
and i think he is beautiful.

there is a boy who catches my bus
who acts happy every morning
at seven a.m.

he sits with his friends
and gives them empty smiles
and wears long sleeves
in the middle of summer.

i sit two seats behind him
and i think he is beautiful.

there is a boy who catches my bus
who has bluey-grey eyes as empty
as the
lake the kids go swimming in,
in the winter.

he sits with his friends
and stares at his lap
and when his friends say something funny,
he doesn't laugh anymore.

i sit two seats behind him
and i think he's beautiful

there was a boy who caught my bus
who was found by his parents
after he shot himself.

he wrote a letter to his friends
and told them  that he loved them.
he wrote a letter to his parents
saying sorry.

and he wrote a letter to the sad
girl
who sat two seats behind him on
the bus,
who told her that she was
beautiful.

-k.m.

“I’m just bored,” she said,
but in reality she was just numb,
she didn’t want to feel;
she lay expressionless,
her hair spilling everywhere.

Her headphones tangled and twisted
to match her thoughts
her mind racing
people called her lazy
a waste of space.

Her books no longer thrilled her
“I read it already”
her music lost meaning
“It gives me a headache”
her sketches greyed
“I ran out of space."

She was bored
tired
not hungry
sleepy
alone.

Hardly anyone noticed her shadow disappearing.

-k.m.