The first time I saw you
was breathtaking
You are beautiful and amazing
At the same time.
(How is that even possible?)

Little by little,
I noticed the blue in your smile.
I wanted to explore your deep thoughts
no matter how treacherous it is.

The more we talked,
My feelings went deeper
and later on I realized,
you have always been my ocean—

*You have drowned my demons
and washed my troubles away.

They don't understand what happens to you, when depressed.
You see everything as meaningless, especially yourself.
The way you can be overwhelmed by joy or sadness
And when you try to do as if you are okay, you end up more hurt.

The loneliness eats you alive, as you crumble away into nothingness.
You give a desperate cry for someone to notice you, help you, love you.
But no one is able to help, only one who can is yourself,
So you learn slowly that the damaged are the strongest.

The ones who live with the pain but carry on with their life.
The one who keeps going when all else in their life fails
the ones who keep quiet when friends talk about feeling
the ones who at the end of each day cry themselves to sleep

And for those who fail to do so, live on with their lives, I'm sorry,
Not because you did it, but why it made you feel like there's no way out.
People like us should live, we deserve a second chance, more than them.
Because they understand the things we have in our head, the hell within

each fold i forget
my troubles.
each crease satisfies
my obsessive tendencies.

every perfect creation
pushes me to make more.
they pile on my desk
and float down.

graceful little birds
hit the ground.
little sailboats sink
to the bottom of the sea.

overflowing desk
spilling into a mess.
cannot stop beautiful perfection
as my hands move beyond comprehension.

By Arcassin Burnham


My Eyelids can't hide , from the light , it gives,
instincts don't dry in order , to , survive to live,

babies born while being bathe, all , in sin,
relationships torn to pieces , daddy's gone again,


And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering
why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.


the mistakes we make will always be there , don't you know,
the world can't extinguish , we need , these kids , to grow,

Give them a chance , give them a spotlight to thrive ,on and shine,
with love anything is possible , but with , hate to defend your life,


And i wish I had a pass port to drop from the world in
a space suit guarding my life , just trying to hold on.
Every moment in these tragedies we spend wondering

why the good lord won't come down , you just gotta be strong.

"You're very reserved lately"
...
"Did you have an argument?"
No
"This time of year I was studying for my finals the most"
'Congratulations' ...
"What's your plan?"
...
"Won't the trip, if it happens, pressure you?"
No
"Your mood..."
Yes
"Are you having trouble getting out of bed in the morning?"
No
"I have choir tonight"
Okay
"I'm tired"
I can see that
"Really? I'll rest before dinner then"
Okay

I want to cry

Limbs like bricks;
Weight to heavy to carry,
Don't have the energy to drag them.

Not sleepy, but too tired to get out of bed.

Acting like a child; pretending to sleep,
Lying about having a cold,
But simply sick mentally,
That's not a good excuse, I know.

Never thinking enough,
Then thinking too much,
Repeat, repeat the process.
It'll pass sooner or later, probably later.

This burden is not only one person,
It's now infected the loved ones,
So apologizes come out for the burdensome ways.

Shall stay in bed today, shall wait for it to pass,
Missing another day, wasted away,
Oh well, it isn't missed anyways.

The numbness has sent in,
The burdensome ways already in control,
Will just wait it out, and wait for tomorrow.

Just a second
A simple drop of rain
The drop of a grain of sand
The blink of an eye

There is nothing quicker

Metal cold as death
Palpitations,
Sound of stampede in the chest
The sweet release

Nothing faster than death
Death at the pull of a trigger
Free myself from the burdens of life
If only simple were oh so easy.