Did you miss the WET PAINT sign?
I can tell.
You're covered with the red of my rage
and the blue of my depression.
Some say purple is a royal color.
Too bad the sticky yellow of cowardice
seals your lips.
But the green envy of your eyes tells me
everything I need to know.
Orange you glad that soon these muddled
colors will merge?
And maybe, in the sludgy gray, you'll find me.

i am in a room

trapped

for a brief moment
the door opens

for three days
i go outside,

into a high fenced yard
I think i am closer to freedom

i sleep outside
afraid that if i go in
i wont be able to go back out

that doesn't stop them

i am in a different room now
no windows
no beds

i just want to go home

“We are poets.
  We don’t cry,
  We bleed on paper”

Falling in love with you
Is like suicide

...Except…
Different results
…Obviously

Not saying that loving you makes me want to die…
...God...
This is an awful analogy <insert loud eye roll>
But it’s the only one that works

Loving you is like jumping off a cliff
On purpose
Suicide
Except in the end
Instead of the death I would normally want
I end up in love
After the best drop of the century
Falling from the cliff

I don't feel
like me

On summer nights
I get depressed
I need more sleep
I need some rest
I can't count sheep
I can't get dressed
I drown myself in regret
suffocated by all the stress
I can't remember
I can't forget
I need some help
I'm in distress

On summer nights,
I'm on a quest
to **** my mind
and guard my chest
I'm at the bottom
I won't contest
taunting me, on my desk
are pills of happiness
I won't digest

On summer nights,
I start a trek
I'll think in black
I'll bleed in red
I won't give in
I'll try my best
I'll walk the tightrope
step by step
I'll win again
I'll beat the test
Alive today
I'm not dead yet

don't walk there
you'll step on the thoughts of you
misplaced and in disarray