Give the gates
of your heart
permission to
be wide open
but make sure
not to let winter
settle in your
feeble bones.

Weak for a week,
Because of no eye for an eye.
We both saw the truth,
But I'm so far from the sky.

Pages
of unspoken sadness
hidden between each page

Paragraphs
of loneliness
present after every line

Sentences
full of desperation
only adding to the fire

Words
of harsh insults
only repeated in each line

An unpublished book
only hidden among the
weak and innocent...

I tell my best friend I don’t know why I’m still sad
That it feels wrong to feel so much for someone that I don’t think felt much about me
She tells me it’s easier to be sad than to let yourself feel better
And she’s right cause it’s easier to miss you than hate you
Easier to be sad than to be happy and forget
or forgive
I’m more comfortable being sad cause then no one can take happiness from me
There’s nothing left to lose in sadness, except for the comfort of it all
And isn’t that, beautiful, too?

Under the sky
Where light shines
Shadows are cast
Time passes
But all you see is
simply the smile
covering the truth,
From those
weak in the mind
and the ones
who won't care

Earth turns and turns
Spins and spins
Season comes and goes
but yet to be seen
Burn away the mask
and see me
for who I am