a stone
             that falls
                              down a
                                               hill,
                                                        rolls.
a­ mind
                that escapes
                                        reality,
                                                       exceeds.
but a
           heart that
                              bleeds out
                                                   tolerance,
                                                      ­               breaks.

every birthday
                             its the same
                                                     everyone says
                                                                                 "you're getting older'
or maybe even
                              a "happy birthday"
                                                                 but for me its
                                                                                             not.
alone.
           in the bathroom
                                          stalls
                                                      crying to make
                                                                                    the pain go
                                                                                                             away.
but in the end its always the same.
                                                                  i turn older
and i runaway from my problems
                                                                just like my
                                                                                         birthdays

are you going to talk to me.
-until you have something to offer
when will i be enough
-once you get exciting.
why wont you leave me.
-because you wont let me

to do everything to your liking
because the feeling of your disapproval...
                                                                                              it shatters me.
excelling in every aspect
of my life.
                                                                    to be able to get close to you,
having to do every one of your desires
to belong in your arms.
                                                                                  letting everything go
to make you proud of me.
putting my problems in silence
                                                                                        to help your own.

We used to be close.
                                    We would hold each other's hand,
                                    Or even hold each other's tears.
We used to share our dreams.
                                                      We would share each other secrets,
                                                      Or­ even share each other fears.
We used to be able to communicate.
                              We would laugh through the pain with each other,
                               Or even laugh through hell with each other.      
We used to be this way.

                                 Now we hold each other's sorrows.
                                     Now we share a passing glance.
                                          Now we laugh with others.
                                               Now we are strangers.

silently.
they fall.
without consent.
they fall.
showing,
weakness.
they fall.

When I was young, I wanted to learn how to fly.
                                    Until I broke my arm in doing so.
                                     I gave up that ambition afterwards.

When I was young, I wanted to a princess.
                                    Until I realized that; princesses weren't poor.
                                    But I was.

When I was young, I believed that dreams were for everyone.
                                  Until one day I finally understood that dreams
                                  are for the rich and reality is for the poor.

When I was young I believed that love would make all my pain go away.
                                    Until I endured heartbreak,
                                    which shattered my dignity away.

When I was young, I used to believe that words
were made for those who can express themselves through them.

Until I encountered the fact that they are no words to express my dullness,
there are no words to explain my pain,
and there are certainly no words to define my worries.
There are only words to describe my limits.