If you ask just what I need
That term is subjective if you know what to read
You won't hear me beg or plead
I'm not some puppet by a guide to read
I need your eyes on me
To keep me out of trouble
To anayzle and tell me what I'm doing wrong
That's what friends are for.

Constantly trying to stay awake
Not enough time asleep
Because the thought perturbs me
Why waste time unconcious
Sleep should be a choice

When the streak burns off
I have to get it back
Somehow, someway
Writing is a inconsistent athlete
That does well then goes cold
We all want to break the mold
But who will be there when were beyond old?
I want my name in there
But who am I?

I just want to make my parents proud
I just want to make my sister proud
I just want to make my family proud
I just want to make my managers proud
I just want to make my friends proud
I just want to make my teachers proud
I just want to make my future companion proud
I want them to feel like they knew someone of substance and a bright future
That it was worth all the time
They put in
To create an artful craft that needed to be nurtured and helped
Just so you know, I'm working on it
Its going to be hard to be the best
Its going to be hard to destroy the expectations and make them even higher
But Lord knows I got it
I got him
I got you bro
I got you sista
I got you stranger
Your time will be worth it, I promise I won't falter
I will do what it takes to sour
Thank you for everything y'all have done
I'm no longer undone
Now, let's have some fun

I know nothing
But it doesn't know me
I'm trapped in a room
Waiting to be set free

There are no windows
Yet also no walls
I'd walk beyond it
But then I'd fall

There's but one door
And it's behind me
Yet when I turn around
There's nothing to see

I'm trapped in here
With no bars or chain
But if I stay long enough
There might be some gain

I try to put on a front that
I'm okay,
but what they don't know is that
the image of you with a gun in your mouth
has never left my mind.
It haunts me, making sleeping difficult
and waking impossible.
While the days go by, I appear to be
more and more okay,
when in reality your absence is making me
weaker
and weaker.

claustrophobic mask
mystifies, impoverished
agony rumbles