Enter the dark parts of my mind.

The pieces that aren't really pieces
but are like the vast black holes
sprinkled throughout the universe

You'll never leave
imprinted in my gray matter forever

Lost and spinning
You may resurface every now and then,
forcing my brain cells to collide and remind me of you

I wish I could rip you from my memories,
extinguish the artificial light you emitted

But what would happen then?
What is a thing without what came before?

You're my medicine and pain
The scar inside my brain
Can you heal me?
Because all I want is you out
Before I go insane...

The feeling of not knowing
Why you are
Or how to show it
Or what to do

This feeling has become a constant
It lurks behind a veil
A mask of confidence
A mirage of knowledge

Help me learn
Help me grown
Assist me in my blooming
Allow me to grow

Give me food
Give me water
Give me life
And give me death

im just a brain
im trapped inside my body
I'll never really walk
no one does
i just tell my shell to move
all i can do is think
and manipulate nerves and muscles
im not a perfect brain
i wasn't treated well by other brains
because they weren't treates well by other brains
i almost used my shell to **** me
but i thought too much
overthinking causes me pain
but it saved me that day
im just a brain
but i can cause myself pain?
im just a brain
i dont know what purpose i was created for
and if i think about that for too long I'll cry
because i cant process it
im just a brain
and im very powerful
but i can only use 10 percent of my function
why is this
so many questions
that this lonely brain can't answer
im just a brain
and so are you
and none of us know what to do

each one of my days
has a number
the numbers have been passing

at age 19, I knew this:
in order to live,
you must be conscious of the numbers

you must be awake,
life must be in your brain
veins are not good enough

every moment,
the numbers increase
and I start to see colors more

I can rewire
everything about myself.
I can reshape
every facet to fit your pieces,
but why would I?
I'll tell you. I forget my worth.
Did I ever have worth, anyway?
Did you ever hold it, either,
to be fair. What's anyone worth?

I can rewire
every aspect and affect.
I can reshape
every facet to fit your tropes,
but why would I,
when you don't seem to fit my soul?
Can you ever change that? You can.
I know it full well. I know it first
hand. It hasn't been worth it.

What's the weight of a goodbye,
when tasked to tell someone you love?

What's the weight of a sharp knife,
when used to cut tangential lines?

What's the wait on a goodbye,
when its utterance will free you?