you know,
i have trouble telling my feelings or expressing myself,
but i will try.
if i told you i missed you,
would you believe me?
if i told you i wasnt okay,
would you tell me you’d make it?
if i came to you crying,
would you hold me tight?
what if..
i told you i still loved you,
would you kiss me and say you loved me too?

i wish to find
more of my kind
a group of humans
in which i confide

there's calm in the storm
safety in its thunder
assurance in its lightening
it does not put asunder

something about a hot shower
steaming droplets running down your skin
so firey
soothing
like a big warm hug
after a long day

you're screaming words at me
i try to make them out
give them meaning
my hearts beating
pulse rushing
stop
just stop
let me be please
i can't take any more
i am not like you
i am not a screamer
more or less a dreamer
you cannot make me into you
please
let me go

The battle between
darkness and depression
is onslaught for any troubled soul
for it takes place much deeper
than any dug out hole
This darkness seems to just find me
Takes over my world into my sanctuary
It settles around the iris of my eyes
Turning me into someone who just seems to cry
Rooted in negativity and lost in my pain
Through my eyes it enters my brain
Corrupting my each and every thought
Breeding unwelcome memories that like to haunt
Spreading now like poison through my veins
Trying to take over till nothing remains
Writing words is my only defense
When nothing else I do makes any sense
The power of prose keeps that place deep within me
Safe and free from this darkened toxicity…