If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
star-drunk child, foolish in your fear— announce your cries to the night, feel the heat of life
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
