I've seen the kind of violence
that makes you ill
for the rest
of your
life.
grotesque bombastic dramas
and tragic gore soaked tears
and when it's still
and quiet
it comes roaring back to you

I want to be remembered, like her
I want to be creative, like her
I want to be cared for, like her
I want to be someone's best, like her
I just want to be someone I can never be!
...like her

The demons crawl
Under my skin.
They show themselves.
Occasionally.
When my inhibitions
Are lowered
& my hackles are up.
Testing, daring,
Taunting & scaring.

Why would I fear you?
I put you there.
Look at me.
See me.
you should be scared!

sometimes your silence

kills me

and

sometimes your words

weigh me down

You wonder
why I wiggle
so much
why my legs
bounce,
and my hands
twitch.
Truth is,
my mind
can't slow down
It doesn't know
how to take a day off,
its far too good
at tormenting me
more and more
with each
passing second.

-JRM

She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?