The art of creating problems that do not exist.

this is where i write my words,
words of angst,
words of depression,
words of imagination,
words of me,
words of you,
words of what i wish,  
words of what is,
words,
words,
words,
words.

It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.

I've been lying
I'm not really him....
I never go anywhere
But then again...(-;

Traveling takes courage
And this road is a crazy maze
No one ever just simply
Stops and just forever stays

But if you ever need
Or if in longing want
My love is alive
As an everglades swamp

Snakes, alligators
Catfish stew
I will love you
If that's cool!

Sorry I lied
The Traveler is real
But in the Everglades
Our truths get sealed

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