Just a stupid morning
Of sticking to routine
Just a tired morning
Not getting any closer to my dream
Just a boring morning
Out of bed
Dressed
Breakfast
Out the door
Is this how it is to live
Or am I not living at all

You're the kind of person
Who puts me at ease
You're the kind of person
Who makes me daydream
You're the kind of person
Who makes me feel right
You're the kind of person
Who smiles so nice
You're the kind of person
I want to be with

I always thought that the truth was something that would set your mind at ease and help you sleep at night. I was told telling the truth was good and not telling it was bad. So why when you tell the truth it hurts so much? Why does it tare you apart from the inside out? Why does it make you cry, Why cant you ever bring yourself to love and trust the person who hurt you so bad? I was always taught to trust but how can i trust when it is so easy to be hurt by that trust you give away? I have been hurt with the trust i gave away so the next time you ask me why don't you trust, I'll say because I'm tired of getting hurt.

Spoke to a near and dear friend today who relayed a story to me, asked me to write something about it, then requested I shared it. Thanks to all of you who do what you must.

I was feeling most light
To start this day
But now I confess
That has gone away


I will reveal things
Some consider dark
And be very frank
Though you may find it stark

I have hunted and killed
The most elusive of prey
Hoping to never re-visit
That final day

And though I bury the memory
It seems to rise from the dead
Once again though as yesterday
Living in my head

The last look on his face
The last living soul to see
The confusion and surrender
His life showed unto me

Not like I had a choice
It was his life or mine
Only one of us would ever see
Once again the sunshine

One of us or another
Would ever again know life
That's how it is
At the point of a knife

One life is ended
Another goes on
Only one of us would see
Another dawn

You call it PTSD
I call it life
Living to tell the story
At the tip of the knife.

Enjoy the silence
She said in a whisper
As the room kept getting dimmer
Enjoy the silence
They said as they fought her
Enjoy the silence
She said when she got hurt
Enjoy the silence
She cried in her pillow
Enjoy the silence
She repeated as the silent noise
Consumed her

I'm begging summer
Can you please stay?
I don't want to go back to that place
I feel so small
Even walking down the halls
Just get to class
You'll be okay
Hoping that the teacher doesn't call my name
Just a hello
And I panic and look away
When lunch comes I don't want to eat
So many people I can barely breathe
Help me summer
I wouldn't have to feel this way
If you would just stay