but i think i was born
saying goodbye.

Perhaps I'm just mad,
Not at you, but rather
Myself.

Wondering why I stopped searching
Even though I knew you were like
A lost star in the galaxy,
Waiting to be found:
Glowing, glowing,
But slowly dying.

I searched, I did.
But I'm not as gifted in astronomy as you are.
I'm always a tad bit too late and

The stars are already dead.

Forgive me for the only language I ever speak in is
My tears.
The warm streams of
Half anger, half sadness,
Half anxiety — Oh goodness,
I've lost count.

I don't know.
I'm just lost again.
But this time they aren't here to help me.

And I'm really
Still

Alone.

She's just a ghost,
hovering over me.
I'm sitting here,
waiting for her.

She's just a mask,
hanging on the wall.
Trees grow and fall,
just like our love.

Under the light,
you can see scars.
Don't dig too far,
you'll regret it.

We fell in love,
we fell in deep,
up to our knees.

We slowly sank,
we couldn't breathe,
love's a disease.

Quiet got loud,
you ran from the noise.
You had no choice,
you had no hope.

When you failed to die,
you prayed for hope.
But God said nope,
and finished the noose for you.

You were ****** dry,
as was your soul,
burnt like charcoal.

You chose to die,
but you weren't alive,
the whole time.

Most nightmares involve a shooting or a some kind of realistic event. My nightmare is living a life where I'm barley floating, the anchor to my ship never sunk. The shackles on my wrist prevent me from my best and tell me I'll never be good enough. This man with a suit tells me I will never get there, my life will be full of lies and torment. My nightmare shows my mother dying a slow and painful death, the feeling is watching a beautiful flower try to blossom but can never find the sun.  I'm trapped in these white walls that scream of the hatred words that fill my mind with the thought of never waking. These nightmares are the same, they never stop and I never seem to wake up.

It's way past my bedtime
But I really don't care
I bet a hundred years from now
I'll still be here
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
For you to reply to me
I don't care though, honest
Because I think you're worth it
Even if I only get a snap of your couch,
Instead of your beautiful face

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I don't want to be
pushed aside
shoved away
where no one can find me.

I don't want to be
the odd man out
the one forgotten
left alone to think

Why is it always me
pushed aside
shoved away
so no one can find me?

Why do I have to be
the odd man out
the one forgotten
always left alone to think?

Why is it always me?