Hello baby
Come here
Let me rid you of your distress
Lately your jade eyes appear
Defeated
Bewildered
Crazed
Stressed
Come, let my touch shoot comfort through your veins.

Lay your head next to mine
Do you see what I see?
The stars, they dance, they waltz, they twinkle.
The most beautiful of sights for you.

Smile baby
Lay your head on my heart
Let my embrace cover you whole,
It's protection radiating the warmest of love

Allow my love to chase away those demons troubling your mind.

Let my fingers play in your hair
Let my hands trace the pain,
Then crumble it in my fists.
Let me untangle you from this chain
That cuts through your wrists.
And free you of this sadness that your heart should not contain.
That in your perfect world should not exist.

Come baby, don't be afraid.

I am confident in my solution
In the joy that i can bring
Let me make sense of your confusion
Let me fix that broken wing.

Death to me is a scary but
normal thought in my head.
I feel unreal when someone
mentions that I will not be
alive in a billion years when
so many things could be
happening.

Death is unreal to me.
When someone I know dies it
differs in my brain as to
how I react.
Sometimes I will do nothing for
days on end and I'll just sit
in my sadness and tell myself
that the world has ended.
Other times I go on like
nothing is wrong.

My panic attacks usually
set in when I think things are
getting good again.
I feel lost and unreal
and I start to panic
in many, many ways.

Is that music is my head or
actual music playing?
Is someone talking?
Where? Aren't I alone?
My vision is blurry
my heart is racing
my mind is going
i   n   s    a    n     e.

Sometimes it is a bit worse.
I start attacking my heart.
The things I love= gone.
None of it matter.
She never loved you
What do you mean?
Your family hates you
Why would they?
You aren't pretty
But I was told several times today that I was.

Life feels unreal
and so does
everything
else.

Her anxiety
              An ocean
                           A wave of emotion
                                                     Rips through her
                                                                          All too often.

It trickles through her everyday
seeping into cracks in her core
small springs turn to gushing floods
in a split second.

She crashes down on me
and I stand
the force of her tide
drowning in her doubt.

Holes eroded by the constant drip;
rapids ricochet through her body
her mind awash;
thoughts tumbling in the whirlpool.

She crashes down on me
and I stand
drenched in her
a lighthouse in the storm.

Tell me to go home again, tell me that I look tired one more time. Maybe that will be the push I need. Ask me what’s wrong again. Maybe this time I’ll tell you that I’m tired of the sun rising in the northwest instead of the east. This time I’ll tell you that I so badly want to detox from the drug that is your name. Because every time I hear it, smell it, and taste it I fall deeper down the rabbit hole. Spinning and swirling down the spiral to get to your home. How can you be friends with someone when all you crave is the sound of your name on their lips. When all you want is their hands on your hips and in your hair one more time. Drink in my thoughts the same way you sip that cheap beer. Tired of those eyes that watch you like the preview of their favorite movie only to decide to save it for another rainy day. Pause, rewind, play. Repeat.

Remember,
Those beautiful eyes aren't looking at you,
**They're looking at her.