I'm consumed in the flames of confusion
There's nowhere to hide from them
But all I want to do is run away
and stay away until I fade away.
I'm scared to stay in one place for too long
I'm afraid I'll be burnt to a crisp
I'm scared to be alive but I'm scared of death itself.
Pain, it's my biggest fear, but I'm drawn to it.
I hurt all day, every day.
Yes, music helps.
But to make music you must hurt.
Hurt to help.
That's my struggle every day.
No, this is not a poem about someone.
No, this is not a poem for someone.
No, this is not for you, or for me.
It's for the universe.
It's for the everlasting pain humans cause themselves.
It's for nothing and everything.
It's for no one and everyone.
It's for life.
It's for death.
It's for old and young, and nonexistent.
This is a story of a young girl of whom everything is expected.
This is a story of a young girl who doesn't want any of it.
This is a story of a young girl who would rather die than conform.
I'd rather jump out my window and just run.
I just want to get away from here.
I just want...
I don't know.
I don't want anything.
But I want everything.
I want love
I want hate
I want him
I want them
I want it all
I want nothing at all.
I am me
I am her
I am nothing
I'm just another name in the books
I'm just another face in the crowd
I'm just someone somwhere.
I don't want help
But I want caring.
Nobody seems to know the difference.
I'm alone
I'm surrounded by billions.
I write "I" too much.
I love too much.
I don't know how to end this.
This poem.
This hour.
This time.
This love.
This life.
I'm infected with the hatred of this world
But I like it.
Too much.
Nothing will ever be the same will it?
How much do you really care?
How much can one person stand?
How much is too much, really?
Did I say something wrong?
Did I say something too right?
Did I strike a chord?
Heartstrings pulled?
Eyes opened? Ears listening?
Mouth shutting.
I'm just a scared little girl.
People forget that.
Everyone is.
Nobody is invincible.
Love is invincible.
Love is no one.
Hate is invincible.
Hate is no one.
Blue, red, yellow, black, purple, green, orange.
Everything's different
Yet it's all the same.
Goodbye.
I hope.
Forget me.
I don't want your sympathy.
I want no help.
I want to be left behind.
I want to be alone.
I want none of that.
I need someone.
I need love.
I need help
I need company.
I need love.
I need water
To get rid of this consuming fire.
This fire that's consuming me
in a thing of victory.
I'll be reduced to nothing
until that day.