Someday I'll pack my bags
and just disappear.
I'd make sure to leave a note
so my loved ones will not come to tears.

But I won't tell them where I'm going
because I don't want anyone to know.
I need to go some place relaxing,
some place where my anxiety won't show.

I often dream all day, here and there,
about sailing the ocean,
despite my aquatic fear.

Something about the ocean,
and sailing
puts me at ease.
Maybe it's the openness,
I've lived most of my life surrounded by the trees.

Or maybe its the soothing sound of the waves
crashing, and splashing.
I'd take a few beers, a book, and I'd be straight relaxing.

I just want to FINALLY feel free!
I'm done with this crippling depression.
It's kind of funny how I'm supposed be my own person,
yet I'm chained to self oppression.

You feel like home.
In my arms is where I want you to be.
It's cold out there tonight.
So baby, spend the night with me?

Goosebumps cover my body,
there's a cold whisper in my ear.
"Run, boy" he tells me,
"Death is here."

Our words started to stutter,
and our lips began to quiver;
tears formed in our eyes,
enough to fill a river.

We couldn't say the right words,
but in that moment
no words could give us closure.
The silence spoke for us,
we both knew it was over.

Shattered hearts
and
broken skulls.
Once a vibrant bond
has become so dull.*

Cracked dreams
and
silent screams.

*We're about to burst,
but
neither of us want to talk first.