Sometimes i think you are going insane
Insanity mistaken for brilliance
Priscille K.

Sometimes i wonder if I let my opportunity go to waste. I've let you slip out of my hands and i lay here wondering if its too late and hoping that it is not?

that is your problem
You love too much
You care too much
You don't realize that you cannot force feelings from stones
Nor can you  make the heart of another beat
As does your own
That is your problem
And that is why you are always left to mourn the broken heart
That beats under your breast.

There is so much fear in even the simple idea of letting someone get close enough to hear the way you breathe.

I wanted to write down exactly what I felt – to be split open.
But somehow I couldn't be open.
I couldn't cut myself and let myself bleed.
I couldn't remind myself how to cry.
All I had was a blank sheet and a blank mind, to match my blank eyes.