Beneath my smile, things decay,
soft rot dressed in polite silence.
Hope is a maggot, writhing—
feeding on what’s left untouched,
too small to ****,
too stubborn to die.

Its funny how I stare at this blank piece of paper.... and all I can think about is you.
but I see you in everything, so how is this any different?
maybe because we were never anything.... we were stolen glances, with quick intense touches, eye contact that made me feel dizzy, hands accidently touching and I thought my skin was gonna light on fire, everything was so intense.... it still is.
so why? why won't you just kiss me?
prove to me I'm not making this up.... I can't be.
but maybe it's like a dream, maybe it all feels so real but once you wake up you realize it was only you the whole time, making it all up.
I pray that's not the case.
I pray that you feel this crazy pull towards me as I feel to you.
I pray you feel the same, even just a little.

The sun is broad above the forests,
intoxicating, blinding bright.
A moment of perfection, flawless,
a quiet place, almost a rite

of passage for transcending all
the measly binds of blood and flesh.

I lie beneath the sun, I crawl
the veins of this subastral trench.

I gaze upon how far I've come,
I weep upon what's left to creep,
whoever hikes a mountain lone
will feel it's hillside twice as steep.

Alone with thoughts there's nothing better
than doubting your way to the peak.
Sometimes I wonder, would I ever
walk paths, not knowing where they lead.

It pains my soul
When one takes their life
A perminent solution
To their struggles and strife

They have no answers
Have no hope
To ease their pain
And be able to cope

Like the rest of us
That struggle along
We're not unique
Or especially strong

See we just do the best
We can day to day
Believing that our problems
Will soon go away

So when one kills themself
Who's to blame
I think everyone
Cause we're all much the same

We need to look out
For those who hurt
Listen more
And be more alert

So open your hearts
Open your ears
To those you know
And treat them dear

For suicide is serious
Beyond recourse
Yet afterward
There's so much remorse

Big or small
Short or tall
During our lives
We all fall

It's the nature of things
Don't ya know
But keep in mind
You're not alone

Though it may seem
It's only you
Struggling and stumbling
Feeling Blue

And everybody else
Is peachy-keen
Livin' it up
Livin' the dream

It seems that way
But it's not true
They get down
And feel blue too

Cause we're all human
In the same boat
Tryin' to navigate
And stay afloat

In these choppy waters
We call our lives
Sometimes it feels like
We won't survive

But we get up
As we always do
Brush ourselves off
And lick our wounds

So when you fall
Don't beat yourself up
Just do your best
To get up off your ****

Exhausted, endured,
my  veins
touch the moon's hope—

this faded celebration
that keeps clinging
to possibilities beyond—

amongst these pallid faces,
silent companions,
the burdened

looking down this
sterile room,
pale walls,

who surrender
to sleep so easily,

unheedful of this
moon child

listening to only
the comforting whisphers
just ahead.

I always knew this was coming,
but still, I fought it—
like a moth drawn to the flame,
not out of choice,
but because I was made to burn.

The flame flickered, promising a release
I couldn’t name,
and I chased it, desperate in my hunger,
pretending I had a chance,
knowing deep down it was never a choice—
only the inevitable path to surrender.

Never a day has passed

that my heart did not break
as our Sun hides behind Earth.

When the dawn wakes
lids separate, I stretch and yawn
Another shift sifting mirth from dearth
Holding together this disparate ache