read this slowly
in the intent to feel as though
your big toe stands on top of the highest peak
and attempt to spin
sweeping the air
and you are allowed to smile as wide as the sky above
and you may grasp the blades that make your shoulders
feeling safe,
you might feel alone.

Talk to my
demons
(learn
how to)
****** my
angels.
-JRM

I will sing from the grave
and silence
will be my song

I don't wanna live anymore
I'll drive fast and turn hard
Play with fire in the dark
Spin knives between my fingers hoping I slip and slice open my wrist

She wants me to live though.
So I'll climb the tallest mountains for her
I'll do anything to secure happiness in those beautiful gold and green eyes anything to see her beautiful crooked smile
I'll do what it takes if only for her
I'll live

Uncomfortable within this skin.
My joints complain
and muscles scream.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

My mind in shambles.
Ideas incoherent
and thought processes
sluggish at best.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

My emotions are in
total disarray.
I'm not happy
yet I'm not anything at all.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

My insides twisting,
splitting.
Every grain and fibre
set on fire.

But people say, "It's normal.
It's more common than you think."

If this is normal,
I'm petrified with
the prospect of
what isn't.

So I watched the girl I loved cry over a girl who wasn't me
Wondering how someone so beautiful
Could be so
Broken.
But I still held her her in my arms
As she wept
Running my fingers through her hair
And down her back
Trying to piece back together what I could of her
While slowing breaking off
pieces of me