my life isn't as bad as the others,
I just wish that I didn't waste a kind of life they wished to discover,
but i just can help but feel,
that I'm a waste of life, unsatisfied with everything they offer.

I lost myself at age 7.
I crawled into bed and then disappeared.
my childhood behind me—
erased.
set on fire.
all it took was one touch for it all to burn down.
no more trust.
no more love.
no more innocence.
gone.

you've pulled away
taking all my sanity
and all i can do is wait.
i can still taste
your saliva on my tongue,
the memory burning
through the velvet night.
darkness falls,
my thoughts turn to you
grasping for even
the smallest morsel,
looking for sustenance.

They say the eyes are the doors to one's soul.
What if the soul is never present?

Is the door shut?
Can it be opened?

Or will it be undiscovered forever?

We will ever know.

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loneliness overwhelms me.
every night i long for a kiss,
kisses down my neck
up my neck,
tracing my face.
dreaming of smoking cigarettes,
riding a skateboard,
walking to the drive-through,
watching Back to the Future with him,
making love and
living life like its
1985.

But i was born in the wrong generation.
Living the wrong life,
lonely.

just because he l e f t
      doesn't mean
             you have to stay
           b
        r  
          o
       k
          e
       n.