Sometimes I just sit up in my bed
Because the pain hits me like a bullet
I can't be stuck in those sheets
In my head anymore
I'm shattered
it's 4:00am and I can't go back to sleep
I can't relax
Because everything is wrong
I am a circle and people are trying to shove me through a square hole.
I don't fit
I am living the wrong life
I can't be who everyone wants me to be.
I'm sorry
I'm not a square.

I can't sit up.

The words are like rope,
wrapped around her neck.
The stares are like blades,
that cut through her wrists.
The laughs are like needles,
that tear through her skin.

But none of that can compare to her mind that is like a gun, the trigger pulled fast and the bullet through her head...
You see that is what had happened.
What left her dead.

-been

Breaths fall short.
Thoughts crumble in defeat,
But the sensation of creation
Still aches to feel complete.
A chest has no treasure
Unless you have the key;
Tidings creatively delivered
By a verse of fantasy.
Inspiration billows within.
Without the words to convey,
My masterful poésie is still
Waiting for its wave.

All the answers
Lie within
All the answers
start within
Just listen
Always listen
Simply listen

Like the stars where still there in the daytime,
unseen, fiercely burning alive,
the excitement of love occupied me
it appeared, when at night, you arrived  
Their unfathomable scale was your beauty,
cataclysmic the event of our kiss
beyond reason, the rhyme of our body
Infinite the ensuing abyss.

Talk all day
Type our fingers sore
Refresh, refresh
We beg for more attention than we get
We share so much that
We know everything about each other
Our thumbs are raw
You can see the bones
I typed you novels
You called my phone
We talk all day
We don't take breaks
So why don't you know
I'm not okay?
Why can't you look me in the eye?
If we talk all day why can't I talk to you in real life?