Sent to a world full of sorrow
Descending into arms the same
The yearning for a touch
Even if it hurts it's still wanted
A double ended sword sharpened
Ready to cut the non sense

I see you're riding with the ghost
Not even around to say hello
Yet I believe in you what I can't see
Am I a fool or an optimist?

I fantasize about you unable to decipher wants from needs

SOMETIMES I JUST CURL INTO A BALL
AND PRETEND THAT I AM TALKING WITH YOU
BECAUSE I NEVER GET THE RIGHT WORDS OUT IN PERSON
SO MAYBE GOING CRAZY AND SAYING SWEET WORDS INTO THIN AIR
WILL BALANCE OUT MY REGRET
OF NEVER TELLING YOU
HOW GREAT YOU ARE

Ever been in the middle, even pushed aside?
Buried 6 feet under while you're still alive?
Just a normal everyday feeling
Lie awake blank mind, staring at the ceiling.
Empty hands wishing you had some to touch
Missing that one person you shouldn't a bit too much
Help anyone anyway you can yet still feeling ******
What's it take around here to be this thing called happy?

My reflections
ruin
the pages of mole skin
journals
pushing down
on the pen
like it's not
my friend
my notions
are sorry
excuses for entries
what feels
like centuries
pass
still
my theories
crowded and unstable
spoil the pages
of my mole skin journal

I was dead the whole time
I watched your life and mine
Couldn't believe it, I thought I was fine
Being happy, considered a crime
"It'll be okay" I'd always chime
Thinking I'm finally in my prime
I can't believe this sour rhyme
Unripe and unpleasant green lime
Silent now my thoughts fade away, mime