Why am I afraid?
Outside the spotlight,
Do I think I'll fade?
Is that why I feel such a fright?

I'm hiding from the man in the mask.
I'm worried to pass under the arch.
So before I go I want to ask,
Why are you afraid of the dark?

Splatter paint has stained
His sunlit skin
Blacks, blues, and grays chained
Him to his sin
Painted words have trained
Him on what could have been

His charcoal tears
Paved roads as they fell
And after years
I'm still under his spell
His streets still refuse to disappear,
Still lead me out of my hell

My notebook has been left blank since that day...
This is the story I didn't write down.

How can I write poetry about you,
when you've never compared
my eyes to
the sea during a storm.
or told me I have galaxies inside me?

and i guess i'm just asking,
if all the things you said to yourself, appeared on your body,
would you still be beautiful?

BUT NOBODY TOLD ME THE FUNERAL NEVER ENDS.

IT'S BEEN ELEVEN YEARS NOW, AND THE CASKET'S STILL LOWERING.

*"LEAVE ME HERE MOM. LEAVE ME HERE. I'M DEAD TOO."

I could sing a song
Would they listen?

I realized something today
After months of figuring
Who am I?
I am me.

And who is me?
Someone to warm your cold hand
Someone to protect your battling soul
Someone to bandage your ****** heart
Someone to trust you when you can't
Someone to sing you asleep
I'll tell you a story of a girl I knew
Who couldn't fix herself quite right