My little black cat
lies at the foot of my bed;
as I sleep at night.

**** I hate commentary's
They ruin every show
That **** in real life too
They just make me want to be alone

I'm messy
My hair
My room
My mind
My writing goes where it wants
And takes me deep inside

Dreams are my escape
Writing is my death wish
My walls are always listening
I scream when they leave
And get lost in my head
I don't wish I was dead
I wish I was away
The background knows me best

Overwhelmed by silence
I'll fall asleep soon
Until then I will think
About why I feel blue

I run,
and arrive
at someplace worse.

I mend,
and end up,
more disfigured.

My circus of trying,
goes on,
and on and on...

A clown,
trailing me in glee for the fall,
cheering my weak knees on as I crawl,

I'm tempted
so tempted to drop,
But

Patience is all I've got left.