I
still hear
voices
but now
we all get along.

A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0

When the words don't come
And the thoughts stop short
I feel a sense of panic
And loss

Who am I if I have no thoughts?
What am I if I can't communicate?
I drop away from humanity
I fall out of society

Imagine your entire life,
Everyone you've ever loved-
Or trusted a tiny bit.
Every single one of them,
Hurting you in some new way
At some point in time.

Imagine that they walk away,
As if they never knew you.
Not a single glance behind them.

Imagine how scared you'd feel
Whenever you met someone new.

Imagine how sad you'd be
When you sit at home alone.

Imagine how angry you'd get sometimes
When you see their faces.

Imagine how tired you must be
Knowing that it'll never quite be over.
Knowing that the cycle repeats.

Imagine that in me.
Imagine how hard that I must work.
To hide that story,
To fit in with society.
And act like I feel human.

Now you can understand
Why I've finally reached an end.
I can't go on this way.
But the thing is;
I can't change my past.