At the beach
the Moon looks closer to me; as if she could feel the cold, the wind,
the loneliness that my heart carries.

I wonder if she's lonely too.

Sometimes I feel like the Moon; she's looking at all the humans,
falling in love,
cuddling,
eating breakfast together,
humans being humans together, but
she's alone.

I feel like that,
everyone around me is feeling something
I can't feel anything
except for loneliness.

I'm in need to love someone and for them to love me back.

It had gained power over me.
No panic attacks.
No angst to hurt myself.

I was told I was not worthy
of all of that anymore.
It told me, "we are not eighteen anymore",
we got no time to waste.

I slid into darkness and it
welcomed me as an old friend.

"This is a safe place",
one in which no one can
hurt you,
you do not have to be
afraid of who to trust.

In here time passes by,
your dreams fade away,
while a feeling of hopeless
fills the room in.

You do not have to be afraid.
This is the perfect time to disappear.

Darkness hold my hand,
it gave me a hug,
"it is ok to let go",
it was time to let go.

Knowing nothing
is better than
knowing it all.

They caught
my pain,
found a way to
make it bigger.

The blade made me run
out of blood
while it was stuck in my back
and with each, "you can trust me",
it bleeded even more.

Lying,
such a common thing for people to do.
The bad thing here,
people around me
are very good at it.

I wear bright colors,
being hopeful that it will make me feel better.
My numbness tells me
it doesn't feel right.

It tells me
I'm a hypocrite in self-love.
I never learned what confidence was,
that it was all fake.

This dress code is...
whatever makes you feel bad,
not worthy,
stupid,
annoying,
then, add some lack of laughing,
lack of sleep,
lack of friends,
lack of trust.
Add accessories such as,
being hurt by the people you loved,
being ignored,
crying on your car
because you are too scared
anyone will see you and think
you are a *******.

You already know you are a *******.

I crave a heart
that can feel.

I crave eyes
that will look at me.

I crave arms
that might hold me.

I crave your heart,
which makes me feel.
I crave your eyes,
which will never meet mine.
I crave your arms,
which only hold me
when it’s time to say goodbye.