Hate, hate, hate.
That's all you feel as you cut away the pain,
you don't listen to your brain,
only watching the blood trickling our of you skin.
You know you'll never win
the game against life
as long as there is a knife.

Isn't it ironic?
That to end pain I cause it
and no one knows since I don't fit
the stereotype description.
Maybe I should get a prescription,
,but only the metal is calming
,but only the blood is warming
,but the only thing that can subsidize the pain in life
is the knife.

you said bad guy
like it was inevitable
as if the amount of
things said against
you
made an awful lie
true, as if a town with
zero know-how had
gotten inside,
you
said you had to stick
around to show it didn't phase
you, didn't want to be held
because maybe that's not what
good guys do.

maybe you're right. good men
have run further,
and if you're still falling then
wait for the ground,
but you'd be silly to
think you're
anything but a man
who wants to best
or deserves the best
and if you have to
hide it then hide it,
fake it if you have to
fake it but you're
too warm to
talk like that
there's no ice
in you yet
just a breeze
just a season

Last night I panicked
Over another future
I saw a man
With lost hope, no purpose
I told the ones I could trust
Keep looking out for that boy
He's confident, he's vulnerable
There's no telling where he'll go
He's been hurt far too much
Breaking his heart for no one important
He ain't got any time
Looking for a way to live each night
Spilling his guts of guilt
Will he learn to let go?

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I wake up
My brain stirs, confused
It pops in a frenzy
It's late but my thoughts are on time
I do a pretty good job at understanding
What is the truth and what isn't
The choir bursted to life and I smiled
Let this moment be mine
And all the others be dedicated to the past
I will never be fine
But in this moment
I am

the
scars of war
fresh
upon
their
tender faces
when
we
looked
beyond
the
jagged shore
and
all
we can see
are
the
cliffs of Dover
once more

I cannot place,
my feelings onto paper.
I wanted to lock them
away with my pencil.
Hoping to have them
fade onto the page.

I cannot form
my thoughts
into sentences
they swirl, bounce
refusing capture.

Thoughts, feelings
The right and left
cuffs that
chain me to
my mind,
forever captive
immobilized.

every word
out of her
seemingly sweet
mouth,
broke me
from the
inside out