I can put on a neon orange jumpsuite
And stake my self like a spike
Infront of all the busy cars
In this crowded parking lot
And still be invisible
I can throw every ecyclapedia
Out of this libary like a varsity
Pitcher who never lost
A game
And still be invisible.
I can walk into the lecture hall
On my head like a martion and
Speak astronomy without a
Glow of english
And still be invisible.
Twenty two years
Have made me
Disapear
I cant spend another year
Alone with my invisibility.
I cant hide from love anylonger.
Its time to repear and find
My self again before the dreaded
Forty four only has one candle
On a single cupcake.  All alone when
It knows he turned the lites off.  Hes the only
One who could of flickered the dusty
Plastic switch.  There was not any mystery
Only a wind of failure he caused on himself
When he blew the candle out twenty two years from now.  
Because he was invisible.

Each beheading holds
The truth of Justice

Now, when the arch light
Flickers at Dawn
We see the Repear holding
The underlining of the fat belly
Of Free Verse

When there was nothing
You complained
When You had Everything
You complained

Instead of Fortitude
Births Arithmetic
Pushing rose petals
With the tip
Of your chapped tongue

Every rain drop
Slows me down
I step as if it is
The last one
I will ever take

Naive hesitation from
A mother who elapsed in Love

As water builds on my chandelier
I hold nothing in my hands

I am tired of these
Sick, enjoyed, hipsterites that
Praise things they have
Never even touched or seen

A bitter taste
Holds
For the soul
Of the pigeon

They say things
That hold nothing

That praise nothing

That say
Nothing

As am I lost
I will stay
In the meek and
Desperate

Gutter

Flipping pennies
As the seagulls mock me
Having flight
Where I
Do not

Desperation hangs
On their nouns

Humorlessness spills
From their verbs

Showing the Fear
That somehow they know
Nothing
Is Near

The Prison Light Moves
The Beat of the Heart Folds
A telling affair of
The rich, priceless, and snared

Reading you
Brings out the absurd
In
All of this

Depression is a killer
a drug that will **** in the end and only needs to be taken once

Depression is a destroyer
a disease that eats at your heart

Depression is a demon
consumes your life and destroys your happiness

Depression is a monster
caused by an endless amount of pain emotionally or physically past a persons limit

Depression is the grim repear
can take away life because of small and continuous amounts of pain caused by the ones that are supposed to love and care for you

Depression
a sad disease that is common

A sad time for all those that do right but get nothing but a blade in their back

A life that will end quickly that no one will even try remember
just cause no one gave that person a chance to be loved

Just cause of a disease called depression

I know
I know I handeld things the wrong way
I know I ****** up
and I knew it all along

and yes I could have changed it
and I wanted to
but in this very second I didn´t knew how

I know I am not a good person
and maybe I will never be
I know I hurt you
and I am sorry

I will try to change
I know it won´t change the past
and it will never repear it

but I have to change
because I know I am bad
I know the ugliness inside

and I wish I wouldn´t see it
I don´t know why
maybe to protect myself
maybe because hate is easier than the pain
maybe I wanna hurt others the way I was hurt
maybe because I just couldn´t believe
believe someone would actually love me

which doesn´t make it anymore right
I am sorry
for everything

This is my apology
my realisation
my truth

I will always regret it
I just want you to know that.