I only write when I'm sad
Cause I use my words to cope.
So what am I supposed to say
When I feel the slightest bit of hope?

Love poems and positive thoughts?
I've tried that but it's all been said
I start writing and all I can think about
Is the times I wanted a bullet in my head.

Pretty typical stanza coming from me
Everything I write is basically the same
Oh no, I broke down the fourth wall
Am I still a poet or am I stripped of that name?

This is not me giving this up
Its more of me finally giving in
I think we all saw this coming,
That it's time to drop this pen.

I want to say thank you
For all your love and support.
And if anyone is saddened by this
Just know that I'm not sad anymore.

You are calling
and I just keep staring
frozen
my heart resonates
to the vibration of the ringing phone.

My eyes are hazzy
My mind is fuzzy
I don't know what to say
For I fear I will make a fool of myself
leaving to end the conversation
on an awkward note.

The call ends
I breathe
to calm my nervous nerves.

I call back
only to find myself stutteringg
and being overly conscience
with every word I say
dreading to have called
as the call ends.

It’s fall
And it’s raining
Outside and you haven’t
called;
I’m faced with doubt—
Your image is fading
like the mist
on the glass stained
with
words I’ve traced:
“I want to say I will stay
I’ll wait”

Give me a reason not to go away.

Destined to be silenced

When I come home you'll stop this

We are all being called

Some don't notice

I love you join me we can be together

Ashes to ashes nothing to nothing

Nothing is calling my name

Because I'm "special"