there's a victim,
and there's people that hurt them.

Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

i don't want to die alone,
but i don't want to die with you either

don't shame me for what i did wrong,
you were like me once too

it looked like a normal river,
the water so clear,
no dirt near,
and the scent so fresh and clean.
Until we touched the water,
our hands started to bleed,
and the river
was made
of glass.

the house of roses,
that looked like heaven,
but when we went inside,
where the thorns were to hide,
it was like hell,
and pain,
and death

the range of colors,
in the sky,
i can see your soul,
you let it fly,
i want to be,
with you for now,
then later i can forget,
that you were ever around.
the green,
the blue,
my love for you,
the purple,
the yellow,
the air so mellow,
the wind it blows,
and i let you go,
aurora borealis,
it reminds me of you.

cloudy sky,
filled with my hate,
the rain falls,
and i leave the place,
the thunder calls,
but i don't turn around.
if lightning strikes you,
then it's the end of all.

the writings on the wall,
to whom do i call?
i scribbled and wrote,
asleep then i awoke,
and i couldn't stop writing on the wall

why didn't you talk to me?
you didn't tell me why,
you never said goodbye,
why didn't you just talk to me?

the nights were so heavy,
i couldn't help but drown
in the pain

writing poetry is the only time i can expose myself,
humiliate myself,
and people are still going to acknowledge it

i stood in front of the mirror,
and i didn't make sense to me.
But then again,
words never make sense in front of a mirror

when i was older,
i lived so free,
everybody told me,
life would attack me,
but i never felt it,
never did.
It was only when i grew younger,
when i realized
i wasn't the problem.
it was them.
I grew young,
and even younger,
my mind then hated me.
I hated me.
I missed being older.

i'm falling.
there's nothing to hold on to,
not your love, not mine,
not our hate, even combined,
it's not enough,
to keep me alive,
please don't let me go,
i want to survive

i sank ships,
when i was bored,
i watched them drown,
and laughed more.
I hated how the ships,
floated above the ocean,
i kissed the water with my lips,
and the waves splashed,
the waves crashed,
and down went the ships.
There was life under the boats,
and i lived it all,
i loved the blue,
the fish,
and most of all,
it was my home.

you have to hurt to heal,
there's no other way out.
You have to hate to let go of love,
You have to change to love yourself,

sometimes our mind is the darkest place,
but so is the midnight sky.

if it was the end of the world,
would you spend your last breath with me?

My father was the devil,
and he asked me one day,
"do you want me to curse the souls of every human that hurt you?"
i replied,
"no, because you'd curse the people i love."

My mother was an angel,
and she asked me one day,
"do you want me to bless the souls of every human that loved you?"
i replied,
"no, because you'd bless the people i hurt."

her mother used to tell her
that each star in the sky told a story,
from our ancestors,
and now the stars live to tell us that story.

you can't trust a survivor,
until you find out what they did to survive

i lost my whole world to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can stay in hell together.

i gave up time to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can stay stuck in time together.

i caused a hurricane to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we are our own storm.

i made up lies to be with you,
but that's okay,
cuz we can live faithfully now

my smile creeps up on my face

the blood contrasting on the grass looks so lovely

who knew it would bring such joy to a person

to see the body lying there,

expressionless,

it's better than the arrogance it had.

Now i stand here alone,

the moonlight giving the body a magnificent glow.

people only show fear when they know they can't be saved

i could hear the silence in your voice,
it was like listening to silent music,
a beautiful oxymoron.

if i got everything i ever needed,
then i wouldn't be here with you

"your dreams are unrealistic" they say
but we only speak from what we see

i'm walking in the open fields,
and i see it
the red fur, black-tipped ears,
the agonizing bushy white tail
it stops in sight,
giving me an alluring stare for a few seconds
then swiftly runs with it's black feet in the grass

summer sounds like glee, and children playing at the beach

fall sounds like satisfaction, and the color of leaves

winter sounds like hugs, and the snow a fluffy white blanket

spring sounds like the breath of fresh air, and the bed of flowers in my garden

gentle dreams,
stormy night
my dreams occur,
not a fright
because even though
its cold outside,
my mind is still trying to hide.

i dream of my mother,
holding my hand,
its warm and sunny,
our toes in the sand
we laugh and play
and she hugs me tight,
she says,
"take care, it's a chilly night"

she leaves me behind,
now I'm in my cold bed,
i turn over and i see
the night is dead,
it's early morning,
and i realize,
my mother helped me through
the lonely, helpless, 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

what if i never said those things?
would you look at me the same way?
what if i hid my identity,
my true self,
and maybe then you wouldn't hate me.
They all want me to be something

why can't they just love me for me?

i hated love
until you taught me what it actually was

"when was the last time you felt like you could appreciate yourself?"

honestly, there's no better time than now. cuz ill regret it later, bringing myself down like that.

i stayed up
and talked to the stars
i said everything i could
and talked about you
the stars heard enough
and left me alone
with the shining sun
and i spoke
everything about you
then came night
and the moon wanted to learn
so i spoke and spoke
until the sun returned.

Once I die,
I want you to cut me in the shape of the stars
So we can watch me shine in the sky
Better than the sun ever could

This storm is nothing but a drizzle
It seems like it’ll never end
But every storm ends
And the sun comes out
So keep your head up
Because that’s where the sun will be ☀️

Jealousy is a hideous beast
He hides in the cave
waiting to attack
the innocent ones
and he eats them up
So they become a part of him

Time is a loan
We live every second, with more debt
Our society has locked us in a dungeon
We’re told that we don’t have enough time for things
But why does it matter?
If we don’t even know when we die
Time is limited
We have all the time in the world
Because it’s our time
Not theirs