My head being blown up
Just like my phone
I can’t take the pressure
What did I get myself into
I feel like I’m going crazy
With an urge to yank my hair
And slam my head
Against a wall until it bleeds
Scream to let the pressure out
And sob to release the weight

Night is the time for weakness
when it's okay to cry,
to scream until your mouth is sour,
to let your facade die.
In the corner your bedroom
no one can see your pain,
and no one will ever hear
what you shout inside your brain.

Night is the time for healing,
for your mind to rest and grow,
when your days are all too stressful,
and your self-love is too low.
Alone inside the darkness
you can seek and find your way,
so when the sun is rising
you'll get through another day.

Let’s take that risk
Why don’t we change things up?
I jumped first
You either got pulled in or you jumped right after me
Either way
You jumped after me
No amount of words can tell you how happy I am
That’s a lie
Everything about that moment was
Breathtaking
I wish you could hear my thoughts in that moment
They were screaming
Chanting
Sending all the positivity in my life
Once you said that answer
I was overjoyed
In that moment
I felt like a kid on their birthday
I wanted to jump out of my skin
Every time I thought about this moment
I thought it’d be in person and the other way around
But hey, you can’t always have it all
I am just happy that I might get my chance
This chance will test it all
Let’s just take that risk together
Don’t choose to go back on your word
Since this was a bigger jump for me than you.
So like I said, Just say Yes.

My flesh burns,
Irritated by the rough carpet
I kick and scream
But they won't let go
Holding me down
My legs are raw
No one can hear me
Down in this old
stale ***** drenched room
Hacking away
Cutting my hair
With a thin blade
The handle thick
Sending blows to my head
What have I done
To deserve this?
My arms
Are bleeding
Skin
Is peeling
They won't let go
They won't
They won't
Blood
In a scratchy carpet
***** scented
Face down
Feet
Kicking blows
Into my ribs
Tears
Mix with blood
What have I done
To deserve this?

Love is a
shout into the void-
a long wait for an echo
that may or may not come
falling back to your lips.

Inside my mind
you'll hear me scream
                                                 Will you be the one to break the silence
Or the next name that I shall yell?