You will never be that person I go to with my deepest insecurities,
nor with the lies, doubts, and harbored pains, that I hold captive inside.
You just don't feel that close
You will never the one to pick me up, you are too busy propping up your own self.
No need for both of us to fall
Someday, someone will.
You will never be the one I run to when the world is too much,
This wall you have is to high for me to climb, and too thick to get through.
I feel like I will never truly know "you".
Despite knowing all this, a patience and confidence resides,
knowing that someday I will meet someone I can walk straight to,
someone meant for me and I for him.
Until we meet, I await, I am on the sidelines, watching from a distance.

I work in a hospital,
sterile, too bright, monitors beep,
everything's bleak except you.
I know you're dying and as I check your vital signs I try not to speak.
You tell me once you're better you'll take me to dinner,
I wish I was optimistic, I wish I didn't know better.
So instead I take my breaks in your room,
we sit there and talk over ****** hospital food.
When I work night shifts I watch your mother cry while you sleep,
It's eight o-clock, she hasn't had dinner, I remind her to eat.

If i reached down into your skull through your eye sockets
What would i be pulling out if not brains and blood?
If i reached deeper and went for your heart would your soul be stained to my hands as well?
You say you worry im giving up
so i just want to get in touch
With who you are inside
If i really wanted id like to just feel whatever is right .
Its only fair that if im considered
Insane
I dissect a sane mind.

My future love you've been gone too long.
My future love I've been waiting for you so long.
My future love when will you came a long.
My future love I've been loonging for your beautiful face.
My future love I've been deprived by your touch too long.
My future love we're missing so much things to do.
My future love I'll be patiently waiting for you.

I lost  her that meant so much,  
The one who cured with a touch,
I lost her that meant the world,  
In her absence whose hands to hold??

Surrounded now by silence,  
Silence here, silence there ,
Am I that easy to replace?  

If far away from me you stand,  
I'll reach for you passing every land,
I'm only warm when I hold your hand,
Without you I'm dust, without you I'm sand,  

Come right now, it's not so late,  
I'm patient, I can wait,  
If you come that would be great ;-)

In a bustling bus lingered a vacuous seat.
'She's impure,' they proclaimed; indiscreet.
The poor woman wept- shedding tear after tear.
'Don't sit next to her,' they warned with a sneer.

The wide-eyed girl looked on in curious worry,
As the fierce conductor tried to make the woman scurry.
The amused passengers laughed on encouragingly
As he tugged at her bag, her hand, even her dignity.

Spurned by the hospital; in society she had no place
For she had not the money to be referred to as a 'case'.
Her sole possessions- her disease and her fright.
The doctorless patient drowned in her ceaseless plight.

Melancholia stared deep into the girl's wide eyes.
They welled with desolation as she heard the cries.
Her dream of being a doctor would soon come true,
But oh doctorless patient, what will become of you?

Shut up, stop shouting!!
You're ranting blocks up my ears and thumps my brain.

Stop shouting!!
You're harsh words blacken the walls around you, I see nothing but bones and rust.
Your voice is like barbed wire and your eyes are that of a demon
Demanding me to impale myself with the blade but I won't do it!!

I won't.
I won't.

Shut up!!!
I beg you to stop. Your demanding too much!!
I'm strong in my mind, I'm sure,
You can't hurt me.

He can't!
I can't!
He can't hurt me!

It's been 72 days, 23 hours, 17 minutes and 35 seconds now and you still won't go away.
Maybe there's only way to end it but I can't!

I can't!
I won't!
I.....

Every last hymn a damning sentence
Those moments before the goodbyes
When all is aired and all is said
Brute honesty and pure rancor
Those moments before the goodbyes
When the gloss of love, that sweet deceitful shiny sugary layer
Melts, gives way to the green mold beneath
Make no effort to hide your hemlock juice
In that moment before the last goodbye
No mystery is left, just a naked stab
Impunity unrestrained, yes, we let each other have at it
My truth versus yours
My memory kills yours
But if i survive, the victory is pointless
Because you'll never admit to the times
When you colored beyond your designated lines
And trespassed your paints into my veins
And made yourself a home in my pains
In that last moment before our last goodbye
I promise, this time, you will acquiesce
Or i shall keep you alive, ever in blissful torment
And keep you wondering what drives my love
Is it pure and whole, or an emaciated soul
Patiently planning your last painful goodbye