You left me,
As I sat in a puddle of my own tears.
Didn't even say a word.
As you walked out the door.
And you didn't even bat an eyelash.
When the room filled up with the salty water.
When I drowned.

Cry me a river,
In fact,
Cry me two.
I am sick of hearing,
All about you.
You never once stopped
To ask about me.
While I sat and listened
To all your sob stories.
I love you,
But I need you to know.
I can't listen to you.
You are self-absorbed.
And I can't help you.
Even if I wanted to.

Why should I be afraid
Of the dark?
It accepts me into its shadows,
It comforts me in the night.
It allows me to be unseen.
I have become friends with the boogeyman,
And the monster under my bed.
Why should I be afraid
Of the dark?
When I have lived here
For years?

Let my words reach you
As your words reach me,
Let us teach
Each other lessons
Through our writing
Let us help each other
Through hard times
And understand each other
When we make no sense.
Let us write poetry.

You would never know
By my silence
And my smile.
That I hate myself
And I hate everyone else, too.

You would never know
By the way he drinks his alcohol
Every night,
That he wakes up early every morning,
To water his daughter's memorial flowers.

You would never know
By the way she laughs at others
That she is afraid.
That one day,
She will receive the laughter.

You would never know
By the exposing clothing she wears
That when she was younger
Her stepfather
Taught her a lesson.

You would never know
By the way he bullies others
That when he goes home
His father,
Bullies him.

You would never know
Just by looking at us,
That we are all messed up.

When I was little,
A year seemed like infinity.
I had time to run around
And do what I wanted.
But now,
I am older.
And a year from now,
I will face new challenges.
But I'm not ready.
The time is going by too fast.
And I just can't seem
To run fast enough.

How easy it would be,
To cry myself to sleep
After a bad day.
But I won't.
Even when I'm all alone.
I tell myself I'm too strong to cry.
But the truth is,
I'm saving these bad day tears
For a special moment.
The day the dam will burst.
The worst day of my life.
The day I lose you.
And it has not come yet.