I’m trapped and there’s no getting out.
I try to go up but I stumble and fall even farther.
I try and reach out for something, someone, to grab, to hold on to
But, there is nothing, no one.
                I’m Alone
Is this how it ends?
Do I fall until I can’t possibly fall anymore?
Does it end with me falling, past the point of return
Past the point of ever coming back?
                I’m Alone
I open eyes that I didn’t know were closed.
Everything around me is crumbling,
Falling apart.
I’m going to be crushed but, no one can help me
                I’m Alone
It gets harder to breathe
My chest feels tight
I’m drowning, even though I’m on dry land
There’s not a soul in sight to pull me out of the water
                I’m Alone
Everything is getting darker
I don’t feel like I used too
As my eyes close, my vision fills with hazel eyes and dark hair
You said you would be there, but you weren’t
               I’m Alone

You were Too young to die
I remember you were the popular one
your friends would either poke fun of me
or ignore me
I remember the time you said Hi to me
by the gas station without your friends around
I  think I said Hi back unless I was too shocked that you spoke to me
You suffered with Anorexia, I heard you started having that after some dumb boy
said you were too fat
You became so thin I could clearly see your ribs and other bones stuck out too
even with your clothes covering you
If only I knew what was making you so blue
You suffered with your silent pain
I could have understood
I was suffering too
One day you took your own life
You burned your self in your car with gasoline
  No one heard your screams
  It was hard for us left behind to believe what you had done
  I was shocked when I heard
  I remember the smile you wore hiding your secret pain
  I wish  I could have been your friend
  You came to an untimely end
   I wonder what could have been

If I was a mountain

That soared towards the sky,

With craggy snow caps

And stormy grey eyes-



Then you'd be the clouds

That swaddled my peak,

That silenced my thunder

When I tried to speak.



If I was the earth

The desert, in fact:

With arid dry soil

And mud, baked and cracked-



You'd be the rain

The downpour that soothed;

The balm to my bruises,

Relief to my wounds.



If I was the Moon

In the indigo night,

With stars as my blanket

And silver; my light-



Well you'd be the Sun

Just always behind

That lent me your glow

And caused me to shine.

Love is not colorful.
Love is black and white.
My tears are blue,
the blood I bleed is red,
my bruises purple,
my envy green.
All these feelings
are technicolor,
demanded to be seen;
felt.
Love sends your mind into a
black out.
Love is just passion fading from
white to grey.
Love is just a blank page;
the light from heaven.
Living is colorful.
Loving is death.