There's wind in your sails, son
But there is sin lurking in the waters
This ice might freeze your veins
When you're on high tides with just a dream,
Whether it's smooth sails or drowned on a rock bed
Remember to always keep a level head.
Most of those speeding bullets are flying depressed
What if the fame of their mental unrest
Continues to grow and the crowd following
Is the food making the illness continue to manifest?

I'm paying to make the warm days stay cool
I'm paying to make the cold days warm
And I keep my cool because it's out of my hands
All I can do is fix it or buy it brand new
Until I come to that day when these cards all come due
I feel lost because I work to eat Ramen as fuel
That's just being dramatic, I eat because I like it too.
But I wish people were more honest about these feelings
Instead of the fake smile, fake "great" chat.
Shake their hand never knowing the weight on their back
Let's be real, this is exactly where I'm at:

I put down the pen for a month to be a work slave
That doesn't mean I don't crave to jot these thoughts
It means I don't hold the energy for me
I spend my free time pulling grey hair looking at the dark circles
That I wave to in a mirror fogged up when I breathe
"How can I help you and how am I wrong?"
A professional drug dealer, a professional nothing.
Think I'm important? I think you'd replace me like nothing.
A Russian roulette and not a single chamber is bluffing.
I put down this pen for ***** scraps of parchment
That a man used to get synthetic numbness sent
Through his veins and I miss that idiot some days.
And I'm sorry. Man, I'm sorry.

I've done it again.

I lost track of time and put myself before everyone.
I forced myself to look away because I knew it was true
I quickly became ashamed of what I'd become

I so easily turned into what I hated most
Someone who values her own opinion so much
That she is unafraid of hurting everyone
Someone who "loves" herself so much
That she tears people down
Someone that is too smart
Too intelligent, to discuss just exactly what the hell is her problem
Someone who is so broken
That she allows herself to shatter others

Someone that put up the famous walls
But couldn't break the 4th one.
Someone that lost touch with reality.

Someone that refused to admit it.

By Arcassin Burnham


I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.
**** talkers trying to rob me of my power and my dignity,
Until you came along I was a boy without the clarity,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

Crystal kingdom carry me home to place I would not see the war
Unfold.
I won't hesitate to notice that the light that calls make my body
Cold.
She could make it right when everything goes wrong that's what
He told me.
I always have to think the worst but I didn't think that I'd end up lonely.

I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.
**** talkers trying to rob me of my power and my dignity,
Until you came along I was a boy without the clarity,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

Everything that glitters ain't gold,
Just as long as you keep your soul,
I have no problems proving to you I'm whole,
But in a way as you can see I'm fairly old,
I love this felling that she's giving to me, truth be told,
There's mistaking that the kisses don't get sold,
And I know your Worth woman,
Non like on this earth woman,

I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

It happened long ago, in the sidewalk of the street
The street, the main city’s main street! A boulevard, Sweet Saint Pete
A pile of unherting junk started to sink, a hole started to grow
Ignored, underestimated, there were bigger threats after all.
A hole people walk on
Fed by every step
When does a hole turn into a pit?
A pit, dreadful, pitiful pit
One that doesn’t stop growing
Deep enough, people can’t get out

Deep enough, a violent fall


Deep enough, an utter death



Deep Enough, Murphy’s Law
A society’s flaw

Fresh baked bread
Layered in death and vegetation
My insides burn with withdrawal
It's been almost 24 hours now
How much longer will it take?
To either cave in unwillingly
Or to die painfully slow?

If I had not forgotten my cash
I'd have given in to my survival drives
I'm happy I forgot it
Because I can't stomach the idea of food
Let alone choke down something so revolting
Only because it pulls me further away from death

Instead I flood my veins with nicotine
Desperately trying to curb these cravings
My legs threaten to give out
With each step I take
Even now, scratching this among global fem notes
Dissociated entirely from class
My hands won't stop shaking

Is it nerves?
Or physical deterioration?
Or the panic lying under the surface?
Deafening screams ricochet through my mind
As I try to drown these feelings
But they won't disappear

I've dropped significant weight
And I don't want it back
I don't feel the need to lose more
But still it falls away
And eventually leaves nothing but skin and bones
Fueled by electrifying anxiety

I won't listen to your words,
I won't conform to your evil curse.
I know better now.

Yes, sometimes I may look at myself,
And not be so proud,
But you don't offer control;
You only take it.

I don't care if you won't leave me alone,
Because I'll get you away from me,
You don't blind me anymore:
I taught myself you're not what I need.

My door won't be darkened by you anymore,
I won't notice your shadow occasionally waiting.
Instead I'll say goodbye again
And I will stay fine without you.

Though you don't deserve another another contribution
This is
Love from,
Me.

Is it normal to talk to yourself?
Am I going mad?
Is it wrong to do such a thing?
Can I be called bad?

Depression has become a trend,
having it is part of a fad.
I don't follow short-lived crazes,
but I do feel kind of sad.

I'm only kidding, you know
when I say my life is rad.
Problems are common in life
And I'll never forget what I had.

Sadness, anger, lack of trust.
Depression, suicide, insanity's thrusts.
Topics of the past written down,
topics of the future only to be found.

For the outlandish person, let it be
that hope envelops them back into society.
That they find joy once more;
and they can appreciate life to it's core.

You are!
The source of
Pleasure and calmness!
I recall You!
In deep city noises
I request You!
In deep dark nights
I talk with You!
In a solitude
I smell You!
Everywhere
When I wander about
I have You!
When I need You, Lord!
You are the answer!
Of unseen questions
You are the solution!
Of upcoming problems
O! my Lord!
You are!
The source of
Pleasure and calmness
For the heart
That recalls You!
With and within heartbeats.

If this is what you wanted
Then I won’t make it hard
You’re meant to heal my wounds
But if you leave this heart behind
Lost in the woods alone
In the middle of the wild
I might not survive here
Making you the evil
I wouldn’t want you to be

Why is everything complicated?
Let the air pass freely
Into your lungs
Breathe it calmly and relaxed