my sister wrote a poem about destruction.
she said she never drank alcohol or took pills to get over the loss.
but i did.
i washed down a bottle that rattles with a bottle of *****.
sometimes i added a sleep aid.
there were a few mornings when i thought i woke up in hell.
i did.
but i wasn’t dead.
the world didn’t allow that. it knew i had to stick around, had too much to do.
that didn’t stop the hospitalization.
didn’t stop my family from taking the locks off my doors.
that’s how i know we were different.
i had a love i would’ve died for.

but i don’t want to die anymore.

Shrink me
Cut me into bite sized pieces
Anything to make me palatable
Make me who I am not
And then we can both move on

If you dwell
On the things you
WISH
You were doing

The things you
ARE
Doing
Will never be
Enough.

haven't seen you in years
why does my mind
keep turning to you
if I'm not even
in love anymore

Honesty.
The lie that everyone believes.
Yet it is this lie we basically breath.

How can one be honest, when the world tells us not to be?
How can one lie, when the world tells us to be honest?

There is a double standard in this world.
One that tells us too much honesty is evil, but to little is insidious.
How can we adhere to the demands of the world?
The answer is,
We can’t.

We lie to be honest, but to be honest is to lie.
Honestly, we should all just hope that these double standards die.

Cut the chase already.
It's not fun anymore.
You're just hurting yourself.
And honestly, I don't want to be blamed about it.

He's holding strong
He doesn't want to fall in this trap
He has seen it happen to many people
They fell but never got up

He's afraid
What if he fall too hard
And no one catches him
He can break
And no one will be able to fix him

He's afraid of the things that follows
Trust
Commitment
Honesty
How can he ever be open

He's afraid of blindness
The things it will make him do
Will he ever be the same person
Will he be able to love again

He saw what it did to many people
Hid parents include
It destroy people
He doesn't think that he can deal with it

This thing called love
Could be his only phobia

                     ~ForestGreenSoul