Don’t worry about my life
Man is mortal
If you want to check my nerves
It’s no use of
If you want to hear my voice
It’s no use of
But if you want to make me alive
Call me for help for needy
Throbbing heart will be struggling
To do something what is possible

If I came home screaming I want to die, my family would stare through me blankly and continue on with their day. They would continue to say that I can’t possibly be depressed. How these feelings mean nothing. How I’m being dramatic. I’m sorry that every time I’m alone, I want to die. Every time I ******* think of her I want to slit my throat and go be with her. How I hate how I feel this way and I feel like I’m falling apart. How much proof do you need? Do you want to see my scars? Here: look at my arms, look at my wrists. How can you possibly think any of this is normal? If the sky was green and my hair turned blue, would you believe me then? My body is in as much pain as my mind. I know what it’s like to be hurting inside and out. Though none of this matters… no one cares… I’m just wasting my breath.

I have been searching for a place to call my own, and once I was brave enough to admit I was lost; I found you. My home is where my heart is, and my heart is yours. As often as it’s stormy in my head, and no matter how often it’s raining, you always somehow bring the sun out again.
After you came, I no longer felt lost. I found two roads that diverged in a yellow wood, and I, I took a lonely road. To find peace in my soul and that has made all the difference. It has never mattered to me where you start, but where you end. How you get there was always the most important story. I hope that you help me to wherever it is I want to go.
Describing how you make me feel is like describing how water tastes. It’s nothing but good and in my heart, I know; just to put it into words seems improbable. All I know is that I was lost and searching for a home and all I can really say is that the search is over.

The world we live in
No matter what it continues to spin
Not enough time to wonder what could have been
If one has no time to live, what then?



We are on a thin line
Able to perish by even a small pine
Sometimes we like to feel divine
But we all reach an end to our time.



We must learn to cherish it
Not by laying back and taking a hit
Not by living your life like a skit
But by using your wit.



We are promised no second
We must live as if we have no second
Learn what we can
And not be reckless.



Enjoy life
It is the only one we have
It all can end so fast
Don’t let one dumb mistake be your last.

Atlas is missing

The sky is falling

The world is crumbling

My heart is breaking



Rivers form from my eyes

Sniffles emanate from my nose

It won’t get better

Not much can help



A feeling unlike any previously experienced

How does one handle it?

When someone who you love dearly

Will soon be up above?



Someday I’ll be okay

But it is not this day

For now I lie in bed

And hate the waiting.

Forever we sit
Above an eternal pit
On a trembling floor
That one day will break in a fit

The floor is unstable
It comes with no label
It is simply known as “life”
And it’s too much to handle

At the point which it caves in
We begin to fall
I don’t know what will happen then
But I know that we can’t grab the wall.

Life has a way of surprising us
We think it’s stable and that’s when it’s the most weak
It crumbles when our happiness has reached a peak
Your balance you’re forced to keep.

So stand on this ground
Stand while you can
For when it finally collapses
You should not regret standing on your feet.