Love me for who I am.
Love me for who I'm not.
If you can do that,
I'll give you everything I've got.

t’s funny how things never change
We think we’re changing
But we’re not
The circumstances change
The environment can change
But we, who we are, does not
And that’s why it will always be the little things
What you see is what you get
It’s not that you refused to give me what I needed from you
You were never able to from the start

I’m not good enough.
My mind repeats this phrase over and over.
I’m not good enough.
Like a broken record.
I’m not good enough.
My sister is the perfect child.
We have the same face and somehow everyone tells me how beautiful she is without glancing at me.
I’m not good enough.
My mother says I’m lazy because I want to watch Netflix.
I’m not good enough.
My father gets mad because I don’t want to take over the family business.
I’m not good enough.
My boyfriend made a “joke” to his friends about how I eat too much and I’m getting fat.
I’m not good enough.
I repeat is in my head over and over.
If anyone were to hear my thoughts it would be the only thing they heard.
I’m not good enough.
It’s exhausting.
I’m not good enough.
I’m so tired.
I’m not good enough.
Someone please help me.
I’m not good enough.
The suicide hotline is busy.
I’m not good enough.
Please someone tell it to stop.
I was never good enough,
Now I’m dead.

if you’re so used to goodbyes, why does it ache different each time?

A deaf republic can’t afford
to sit on its hands,

killing its sign language
in willful silence,

letting memory erase
the fear and the truth.

The disease existed.  
The shrouds too.

Concrete does not
pave over the blood.

A stroll in the park
does not tamp the pain.

The Punch and Judy show
is but the pantomime
for the forgetful.

The only sound heard
is the singing of
marionette strings

culled from a pile
of burnt violins.

When the air turns
khaki and violent,
the crowd disperses,

their hands in their pockets
signing and forming words.

In a silent closet at home,
the last parents teach
their children to sign.

The children sign
to the doors, windows,
the grass, the trees, the sky

anything with
the shapes of ears
before ears were banned.

I’m sorry I had to lie to you

                   Every time I said “I’m fine”

The view from the highest point of the bridge depicts a clutch of melancholy; it stretches into the mind as a melody. Like a blue cobalt mirror, tainted with dead stars, the horizon is luring me into the abysses of softness. I blow on my pains in its drafts. Air begins to be music, when it sings to my heart. I become this music; the tune I try to **** out of my cold breath, through these silly instruments. Never using my own voice. The keys of the piano are seemingly breaking this river, quietly; In haste followed by a cello which, as a silk voice, caresses my skin of woe. Both share the confusion and tune with one another into my round tears.
I dance, proud, on the notes of suffering, dragging on the sidewalk these astonished, irrelevant voices. No, I won't be careful…no, I'm not suicidal…I don't want to go down.
I would like to turn around and notice those absurd questions asked to me. But I know that when I start shouting, no one will be behind my scary and scared back. I will gaze upon the absence behind me. I will be tempted to make this starting gesture, the conductor's sign to begin: I will close my fists and fall into the masses. In a drumroll of applause.
Suddenly, the silence of my loneliness reached my heart, and as I behold this cobalt blue shower, I climbed down. Thinking, feeling, in me, "Not today".

Stronger than superman,
Smarter than iron man,
Braver than batman,
He who holds the key to my heart.

You catch me when I fall,
You hold my hand and lead me out of the darkness,
An old,bitter and lonely soul,
You transformed to a new,sweet and happy soul,
This I say from the bottom of my heart ,
A model I look up to you as.

My sunlight in daytime,
My moonlight in night time,
I never want to loose you ,
Not in this would or the next.

Can you feel where the wind blows,
Can you feel it flowing through,
No day goes by and a thought of you does my mind not go through,
Can't live without my hero.

Whenever I need someone to talk too,
You're there,
Whenever I need someone to hold on too,
You're there,
You're someone i never wish to loose,
You're someone who owns a special place in my heart,
Forever I cherish you deep in my soul,
MY HERO....