what do you want from me?
I don’t even know where to begin
I don’t know which direction I’m in
It’s too messy in my head,
unlike my room
they always want and I have nothing to give
can’t you see I’m searching for a reason to live?
I’m still looking in the mirror to see where I’m at
It’s harder to see when it’s dark
But there’s beauty in the pain, like a masterpiece of art
I told you I’m a nightmare and you’re living in a dream

My life is a book
Full of words, love, life
Heartbreak, loss, victories
Of firsts and lasts
Lessons and memories
Some pages are torn
Battered and worn
Stained with time
Others are filled with stories
While some are fresh pages
Waiting for the touch of ink

Sitting underneath a palmtree.
Its shadows creating a piece of art on the gloomy obscure grey street tiles in front of me.
As the wind flows the portrait of leaves is flowing with it in harmony.
It is dancing to its favorite tune.
A tune especially made for this moment. A tune of mother nature at its purest. A tune I can listen to forever.

This is bravery
baring my soul for all to see
making my voice heard
and my pain felt
saying to the world
that I am here

To wander slowly through a blood colored jungle
humid world of shadow
a dull color
is the sky
indicted by the moon
a red and celestial thing
some people say that red
be the color of anger
hatred
fear.
but my people say
red is the color of your
heart
red is the color of your
heart
the life pumping through your intricate
systems
of veins and
arteries

Love be the color
red
or it is turned into violet
from your blueness.
the lovesick color, lavender

all those colors
are beautiful
intertwined and blended together
folded into creases and
tucked beneath each other