I'm done, already,
Making me live life in my mind, already,
Giving all to my own, already,
Following the road most travelled, already,
Frost hearts, frigid feelings, already,
Will you find me in your world,
Perceived passions and unfulfilled hurt,
Can't you take me there? Already?

Should I trust my instincts
Or my family?
Should either of them
Get to decide me?

it's the ache that blossoms between your rib cage
gnawing through all you thought was stone

it's the electricity that needles through your bones
slicing hope of ever holding a steady hand again

it's the violent **** of such a feathered nerve
shredding all that you wish to be settled

i didn’t do it
      - and the skies didn’t shake
        and the ground didn’t break
        the whole world is still awake
so i realized
      - you can ask anything, you see,
        you can take what i give for free
        you can be who you want to be
but what I answer
and what I give
and what I am
are all still up to me

One day I'll understand this feeling
I'm alone in a room of my family, but I'm not alone.

I have myself, don't I?
I'm always there for me, aren't I?

I ask myself this on a daily basis when my friends seem to care more about me than I do myself.

Once I'm gone, maybe things will change.

I come to a fork here, trivially,
Bewildered by my mind’s comprehension
Of the things it was made to choose between,
Like a machine forged from glass; the intention
Being that, shattered, the cracks branch away.
The fork, like a set of fingers off’ring,
Each giving me a taste of where it goes,
Does little in aiding my suffering,
‘Cause my destination I’ve yet to know.
Birds can fly and return quicker than I,
But my decision cannot be unchanged;
The tale is longer than stories of mine,
But, like a book, it can’t be the same.
The sun begins to set along the west,
So I step down and forget all the rest.