Pale skin, so delicate
so vulnerable.
Rivers of blue and green rushing with little red armies.
Shall I get to see my soldiers?
Am I really that brave?
All it takes is
one swift movement
to display the armies in their ravishing reds
rushing out and invading my outer-being.

The soldiers will forever more leave their mark.
An external reminder of internal turmoil.
Alas, I am far too weak.
I continue to fight off these soldiers whilst attempting to replace my false brave armour.

Red eyes,
set so wide.
Perplexed eyes,
that can hide.
Closed eyes
and a broken smile.

Hollow laughter,
an empty voice.
Quiet speak,
a careless speech.
False assurances
with little joy.
A beating heart
and a broken smile.

*No need to be ravelled up so tight,
just let loose and undo the fright

I am left to wander in the depths of my despair.
A dark place; no light, no hope.
Perpetually crippled by deathly demons.
The selfish satans seeking insuppressible sadness and pain.

I, the lone wanderer, musn't give in.
A direction is beginning to take shape.
The lone wanderer will find an escape.

Fourteen Years.
Fourteen Years I've known you.
We are Sixteen now , always the same
Always the ever present love/hate figure
"Best Friends Forever" we'd say
You were the only friend.

I may have took you for granted
The tears.
The laughter.
The fights.
The normality.
The smiles.
I miss it all.
I miss everything, I miss you.

But we drove each other away
Without care or attention
Come back and save me please?
I need you now more than ever.
You've left me wandering aimlessly through life
I'm lost.
I cannot go under. I am not Lady Lazarus.
I need my bestfriend.

It's a shame you're a statue.
Your stillness frustrates me;
Do you possess no emotion?
Do you have a heart, a conscious?
Best friend,
Are you human?