I have always  tried my best to share my world,
painting, writing, sketching.
But you weren't an artist.
You felt untalented.
but, my dear Melilla,
you were the   a r t

Another lonely day at home
head telling me no one cares
feeling so empty inside
sending out SOS flares

I could take this blade
and take it to my skin
escape, but short-lived
letting the monster win

A noose around my neck
would end all my worries
things my head tells me
to get done in a hurry

So I take out my trusty journal
writing another poem that’s sad
relief comes, at least a little
but anything now will make me glad

Standing at the edge of the sea
she dreamed one day to be free

Free like the moon beaming above
flying high as if a dove

Doves of love is all she wants
but memories still they haunt

Haunting her she’s been mistrewn
instead she stares at the silver moon

Moon of Wonder and freedom
beneath it her wings will blossom

Blossom now she can be free
and fly above the peaceful sea

Pretending comes easy
just ask anyone around
they’ll tell you that I’m happy
when I’m stuck on the ground

A smile to keep them from asking
why the tears continue to roll
never let them know that
my heart they have stole

Used to be so social
now the words don’t come
hide myself in this bottle
pores oozing stench of ***

Pretending comes easy
think I’m happy when I’m not
this is truely torture
in loneliness I will rot