The story about the man
Who was so lonely
And craved human touch
That he skinned people alive
And turned them into furniture
Isn't as morbid as you thought it was
Because we humans smoke away the pain
And drink away the misery
Yet that's just as crazy as the man with a human lamp shade
Because we would rather hide in our own guilt
Than share a cup of coffee with a friend
And call the lonely serial killer a "freak"
While watching the morning news
All by yourself

I want to walk to convienet stores at 2 am
I want to rent movies from redbox at 3 am
I want to play music on the streets at 4 am
I want to slow dance with myself at 5 am
I want to crash on a strangers couch at 6 am
And I want to steal their houseplants at 7 am
I want to come back to that convenient store at 8 am
I want to check every isle and finally leave at 9 am
I want to go home with no questions at 10 am
I want to spend time alone in the streets
I never want to live to see pm

I'm drowning in an echo of your voice
Of used words and misplaced thoughts
Decorated in vines and thorns
With signs that read "KEEP OUT"
If only someone will ignore these warnings
And crawl into the hole of my mind
Only to find out there is no exit
Behind pity thoughts
And crossed out words
Leaving only a trail of footstep
Leading to nowhere
A dead end

I always used to feel bad when I won things because I knew there were people who wanted it too
I always used to feel bad because they would look at me as if the guilt was painted on my face
I always used to feel bad when other people won things because I wanted it too
I always used to look at them as if they didn't deserve it and I would get upset
I always used to feel bad about being me
And I would look at those who are confident and think about the things that they might not be good at
I always used to feel bad because I can't look people in eyes because I don't want them to look at me
I always used to feel bad when I saw people presenting while they spoke loud and clear
I always felt bad about everything as if it was my fault and let it pile on top of me
And I never tried to feel a different way until right now
I always USED to feel bad

Do not drown me in these beautiful words
If they only came out of your hands and never your mouth
And do not use these words on me
Only to turn around and use them on someone else
And do no write poems on my driveway
Only when the forecast is rain
Because you burned a hole into me
And refused to leave
Yet it's still empty
Still alone