I feel weird
Empty walking
Not talking
Just existing not living
Well maybe I don't exist
I'm just someone
Empty walking
Not talking
Just existing
As I said, not living
I don't feel
I'm numb
Just existing.

Your existence is a revolution of colour
Of ideas and creation.
A radical paradox of reality.
A heartbreakingly complex story
but
an inspiringly strong
Heart

is it a bad thing
to think about not existing?

you're all better off without me
i decided
but you quickly replied with
that's all just in your head

if that's true then why why why
do you leave me to dry
my own tears as you sit there
and act like you give a care

why why why do you
let me feel so blue
stop smiling at everyone else
and notice you're so dense

so so dense to my pain

She is a ghost
In her own home
Drifting from
Room to room,
A phantom
Rattling chains
In the early
Morning gloom

She wrings her hands
And curves her spine
And spends
The night alone
Watching time
As it passes by
In a world she's seen
Yet never known.

now we're left missing
the you you were before you got hurt
more so, i'm sure,
than you miss your old self
but then again,
there's no such thing
as a new and old self
there's just you
you, that's not exactly yourself
could be, not anymore,
not at all
or not so much
you
there's just the you before
you had to deal with his *******
the you before
you looked at it
as if it was a necessity
to fake smiles
when really,
it's the ugliest existing thing
in this world
there's just the you who held too tight
with both hands onto him
or not at all
so you could cover your eyes instead
there's just the you
before he left you to crumble
and the you now.

We are just ghosts
Aimlessly passing the time,
Forgotten places
Left behind,
Boarded up doorways
Stained by decay,
Restlessly looming
In the deepening gray,
Disappearing beneath
The undergrowth

It's a full moon in the winter with that heavy golden glow around it
It's a love we all knew in the autumn when the temperature drops and the desire for warmth grows stronger
It's a blatant spot of black in the whitest snow I've never seen
It's the last light of day during daylight savings that keeps me up for the rest of the night
It's the saltiest tear running down the saddest face I can't catch
It's the nightmares that shake you from slumber or the dream you wish you could go back to
It's the last breath you take before you dive bomb into the pool in your best friend's yard
It's the bruise on your shin and the cut on your arm you got for your mistakes
It's the hickey and the claw marks you got from the best *** of your life
It's the fall, it's the rise, it's everything we do, see, touch and taste
It's life
Don't let it go to waste

Existing is tough;
why don't we all just give in,
do the trees a favor