Somgtimgs, thines dont eo thg way wg want thgm to.
but it'll bg okay, bgcausg I'll still be hgrg for you.
I lovg you.

FIRST NAME LAST NAME

I just wanted to say I.
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean for you to ever listen to these.

I didn't mean to let go of the edge.
I didn't think I'd actually go through with it.
But here we are, and that only means one thing.
I finished it.

It's hard to find these words to say,
Without sounding cheesy or stupid.
All I know is that I'm not a burden anymore.

Is Dec 12th. About 12:30 or so.
I could've called you instead.
I could've- I could've-

I could've done it.

Burdening weight slung across
a frame

Once-full corpses
now lay empty;
and hungry.

Often they make their way,
their way to the table-
but naught is moved,
other than tired eyes.

the living worry
while the dead thrive on neglect.
pushing their way out of shallow graves
only to balance [carefully] on the edge

when they fell;
the dead;
caught in a spider-s nest
cocooned withering and safe.

Sometimes;
When it’s late like this,
I’ll sit and think about where I’ve gone.

I’ll remember those nights spent in your arms,
comfortable, safe, and loved.
I miss those nights the most.

Then I’m finding myself remembering
Those nights where I woke up,
A memory beside me,
Ever silent, ever distant.

There’s only one night that haunts me.
February 14th, my kisses with death.

I wish I could take it all back.
Come home tonight, and see you.

It’s not much to say I love you in a poem,
But it’ll all I have until the dawn.

Seems to me
that everything just feels the same.

The same mindless wandering,
between friends,
between worlds.

The same feelings.
Tired and sore.
Lonesome and sad.

The same dull ache in my chest,
longing for a lovers touch.
starving for compassion.

What happens to us
when we forget why we've
become who we are?

I wish I could make up my mind about why I'm here.
Hell, why anyone is here.

Some days;
i'll find myself
wishing
waiting
and finding myself feeling the same as normal.
Just odd.

Take a moment, and relax your shoulders.
Now take a slow breath.

You've made it this far.
I don't know what might be happening
with your busy life;
but you made it this far.

That means something, friend.
The past may shape us but the
Present; is exactly that.

Now make sure your shoulders are still relaxed.