Teacher asked a reserved student
"What do you want to be?"

He replied, "Alive"

Just alive

I was glass
You were wood

Picture frame perfect

I found in you the vibrance I was missing to display a beautiful picture

I looked empty before you
Transparent

As we grew older I learned to depend on you more and more

I stood in your stable embrace

Without your arms lack the strength to keep my thin figure upright

We were useless by ourselves

Together captured a moment to remember forever

It seems so pointless without a photo to reserve each priceless memory

I'm cold and dehydrated from vomiting.
I wrap myself up like a taco with
these blankets for warmth and security.
Speaking of which, I only eaten half of one for a meal....

If you are what you eat.
Then trust me, I'm never feeling super sweet.

All the animosity of every living member
increasing weight of gravity on earth
My insides feels as if they are frying on a foremen grill
My stomach gurgling and swishing in my ears
Intensifying pain crushing me
Dragging me by my soul.

Going to spar rounds with Mike Tyson
sounds more appealing. Laying here is beyond eternal suffering.
I rather go through the process
of having all the hairs on my head and body plucked


Before I go through 48 hours of being confined to a bed.
Death **** near gave me the last run for my funds.
I hate this ******* place!
**** THIS HOSPITAL.

I feel like I'm going to die if remain here!


My appendix was stressed from the amount of anxiety and it decided to depart with an exciting and rather booming fashion per se.

I have went through a lot. I cried until my tears ran dry. My heart feels heavier than the thoughts that loom my mind. Questions float around, my heartbeat and ****** functions doesn't align. The nurses and doctors cannot read mine. I just want to go home. I just want to go home. It's the only place where I belong.

"I'll bring myself to stop complaining
I know for sure, what I'm doing living is enough.
Praying to the stars above
I return back home to the ones I love

Thinking, knowing and being
are three different things
The only thing between death and me is the...

mysteries

I'm strong. I'll keep fighting until I cannot anymore.

If only it was easy to say how you feel
Without worrying about the consequences
For these words that I have yield
Would make or break both our bridges
I have been lying to my own dear heart
That I am not a man in love
But these lies are tearing me apart
As I know what we are now is not enough
Would you fear for what I have to say?
If I came down and ask for your hand?
That I am yours until the end of days
If you are willing to accept this man
For his heart has never shifted
The moment he laid his eyes on you
I promise this time it would not hurt
For this love I promise you is true

My heart wants to be happy,
while my soul wants to be free.
My brain knows it can't save them both
but still tries.