When I am around you, I feel lost. Maybe it’s because of the thoughts I have That drown out what is real, And what is not-- Maybe it's my mouth replacing the air with water, Heavy in my lungs-- I'm afraid of what will … Continue reading Misscommunication
Don’t Leave Me in the Dark
Sometimes I smile out of habit. I don’t notice when it’s dishonest, Because I’m so used to convincing myself it’s true. You can fake it so much that it turns into your reality, Even when you are pretending. But sometimes pretending seems more … Continue reading Don’t Leave Me in the Dark
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I need time to breathe Or to time my breaths By 1...2...3 But the counting creates a mood of apathy and emptiness Like I can’t stay awake like this— And I’ve missed the reason For methodically breathing In and out. It’s broken down … Continue reading 1 2 3
Wise Mind
I need to choose who I spend my time with wisely. Time spent thinking, Reliving, Talking— I need to not waste time on the negative memories, Thoughts, Words, People, Past hurts, Because I deserve To enjoy the time I have on this earth, … Continue reading Wise Mind
Paper Planes
Breathing is like pen to paper—like a paper plane flying with writing hidden inside a single page— Who will get the last say? Who will find the message left behind? Maybe it will land in the water and become a boat holding all the hope … Continue reading Paper Planes
People Need a Melody
I feel weight on my body, But my mind is awake and waiting. I feel hope. Small, but it grows and makes each step lighter— Like I’m lighting a fire And searching for the spark that’s starts a flame— I will wait. … Continue reading People Need a Melody
I’m Back
What happened to me? When did I decide to give up my soul for a copy? Copying words and phrases that match the people standing next to me— And when did I stop myself from being? I can’t think of a moment when … Continue reading I’m Back
Day One.
I feel space. Space between my hands, space beneath my chest, and space inside my head. I feel blank. Like my universe is a piece of work that has been left dead for years. Why am I here? --April 18th They brought me to a … Continue reading Day One.
Messy
I am a mess. My mind stops working and my words start falling Out of my mouth like the clumsy ramblings Of a middle school girl who doesn't know How to talk to boys yet. I feel the corners of my mouth move … Continue reading Messy
Alone
I am alone In the streets of a foreign city In the night when the people empty Out of this place I am not home In these pieces of broken places In my mind where I feel wasted and lose my days I find a … Continue reading Alone
