Returned to worsened thoughts,
Caught in the spiderwebs of restlessness.
Inchworm caught in the trap.
Presuming its imminent demise.

Toothless dogs of emotional wars fought on the daily,
Screaming in my broken ears,
about how little this all means.

Heat-soaked heart drowning in my anxiety's waste products,
just looking for some direction,
someone to mention my name,
in just a positive way.
perhaps I'm deaf,
so please speak up.

I can't even hear,
my own cries of fear,
so please speak up.
I want to see,
that is what I mean,
is more than nothing.
Please?

Taking a step into my heart,
I will find the light in my darkest fight.

The real poets
Are capable
bleed through
their verses


The only thing
I' ve ever wanted
was caress your heart
With my simple words

You can attempt to live your whole life perfectly, try your best and show commitment in everything you're passionate about, spend years planning your future and setting up your life.
But it's really scary to know everything you ever strived for can be lost in one unfortunate day.
Just one day is all it takes.

You have no sympathy
as rumours flee
Spotlight's on
and facts act accordingly

Simplicity shows less shadow

Is it more just to be
As the price for the free
holds levels of uncertainty
Value your integrity
It is more to be just

The strength that I just show off
but inside I am weak.
I would crumble by a fist at once
like a man made of biscuit.

"Like a man made of biscuit."

Morning orange sun rays
sleekingly past the curtain gaps
Playing with your face
How could they? She is mine
blocked those rays with my hand
Still they seeped out of the gaps
Making me envy