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little Sep 2018
He fell asleep on my floor
The air is different for me

He opened a door
And then a drawer
I grovel on your knees

Ladies and men
We like to pretend
The roles of who we please
little Sep 2018
The symptom of an income
Harboring distrust

Bank accounts and whereabouts
Shoulder nod
Another facade
A deadly game we play

Forever young and steady
Regardless of the say

Can we talk tomorrow
It's better just that way
little Sep 2018
If you hurt again and again
Forgiveness becomes a sin

Lean on me
I'll be descreet
Winking down the hall

Have you seen a hamster ball
The kind that spin around

Tell me more
And anything else
I'll dance until I fall
little Sep 2018
Secondary thoughts from the present
My life isn't all that pleasant
Pills, doctors and self-analysis
Honestly, can seem like paralysis

Thinking about my growth
My need to continuously provoke
A freedom from the oath
That ego that I stroke
A need to be better than both

The illiness and the routine
I was only a teen
I've fled from the scene
Can I wipe my slate clean?
An internal dialogue about understanding my mental illness after a decade of monitored stability.
little Sep 2018
I heard a whisper at thirteen,
It told me to die.
I heard a thunder at fifteen,
It told me to hurt myself.
I heard lightning at seventeen,
It told me it was over.
little Jun 2018
I crave eye contact
Because at least I know if you lie
You lie to my face

Look at me
Answer me
Let me know I'm alive

I want to know which of us is dead
Is it both?
When do we depart?
Your world and mine

Neither of us knows how to be free

— The End —