Burdened with my own pain Countless theories without gain Drowning in a simple rain Swirling soul down the drain In the shadows, I reach for the blade Knowing full well, I should call for aid My mind is boiling over and I’m afraid Another bloody disappointment made Gasping is how I breathe Silence is how I leave Isolation is how I grieve Extremes is how I perceive Swallowed whole by sorrow Clinging on for tomorrow Hand me...

Daughter of sorrow, Hang your head toward the living earth. I will tell them of your heroes when time makes us free. I think you deserve that much.  Oh, my love, I live on your water. Your truth I carry with me as I drift to your accepting delta. Fade the sunset basil. You hold that soft yellow orb in your smooth hand. Command it sunfire! You are the source of yellow and you are the only one who doesn't know it. Or my lov...

A caged birdDestined for greatnessHeld back from the worldFeeling quite anxiousThese walls closing fastNowhere to turnThis sad, lonely soulAbout to crash and burnCries of sorrowFill the airLonging to break freeFull of despairBeen here awhileSitting tightBeen waiting foreverTo finally take flightThe caged birdDestined for something greatHow it pains me to tell youI'm afraid you're too late      

I am sorry. There is little more that I can say. I was not the man you thought I was. In a better world, I would have loved you from afar, crying as I saw you pair up with another but seeing you happy. I have always known that I was different and not in a good way. You deserved someone who could support you and hold your trust. I, clearly, am not that man. Sooner or later, I drive everyone away.I cannot forgive myself for...

Sunflowers had just started to bloom. And goldenrod. When first the seige began.Now I only cry alone. Even he won't see it.He musn't see it. It's his battle. Support the troops who go to war.It's a war for him. For us. And we may be losing.I don't want to talk to anyone. A few good friends. Sometimes.Sunflowers and goldenrod are in bloom again. Colors vivid and rich.Like treasure. Precious. Here for such a short time. Pre...

Friendship is like a piece of stringThere's a beginning, middle, and end to itIt starts with a smile, then loving hugs of sweet wordsSlowly drifting towards a deep sadness of goodbyesTears that fall from betrayal, or something simple like silenceForcing you to sever all ties with the otherIf only for your own sanity and well-beingTo cut the string in two, clutching one piece as a bitter memoryPushing you into that world o...

 You were such a beautiful person So full of lifeYou were a mother, a sister, a friend You had a smile that was infectious As soon as you walked into a roomAll heads turned to look at youYou were so much more than just looksYour heart so full and giving Only you knew your sorrows You held them deep inside Never speaking of your sadness Until the last dayWhen you decided to leaveYou left behind many hopes and dreams You to...

I cast my baitAnd wait and waitMy reflection changes, with every waveMy emotions all buried in different gravesThere say there's plenty of fish in the sea, so I surf into the sunsetPlenty of fish in the sea, so I surf the internet.I cry in the rain, as I try to refrainBut my eyes still remain, humidYou see, I once caught a mermaid.Something new to meBut the darkness in meEclipsed her light.I was a rebel; you was an angelW...

Fully dressed in make upBarely dressed in clothes.When will you wake up?And know there's more to life than a poseTequila shots after a break up,Man left you for whores.The road to success is bumpyAnd full of potholesDon't waste your life worryingAbout filters and photosThere is more to lifestyleThan hairstyle.You brag about cutting branchesAnd chasing after that money treeWhile your friends build branchesAnd extend their...

Shades drawn to hide from sight; As unseen demons cast their light; Seeking to catch me unaware; I can't find rest from their hellish stare; My tears flow free from unhealed sorrow; Fighting night terror, till the dawn of tomorrow; Wounded soul lies raw and bare; As I endure this nightly affair; As unseen eyes watch through the night; I pray for solace to ease my fright.

55. The age of post-midlife crises and doctor visits. Backs cracking, heels tapping, salsa lessons with two left feet. Getting out of bed is a little harder, you slumber a little deeper. So many pills you can’t even count them. The age of watching children go into the world with your blessing. Raising little ones from tiny tots to full-fledged lawyers in grey suits. Favorite Chanel lipstick discontinued. Your baseball tea...

Don't grieve for me,For now I'm free.I following the path God laid for me.I took his hand when I heard him call,I turned my back and let it all. I could not stay another day,To laugh, to love, to work or play,Tasks left undone must stay that way,I found that place at the close of day,If my parting has left a void,Then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a drink,Ah yes, these things I too will miss.B...

The tears flow,I wish I could sleep, to drift down into unfeeling nothingness To cut myself off from this hollow emptiness But the tears flow and my thoughts SwirlPlaying out every twisted scenario of How I fucked it upHow I could have done it differently Of how much of a goddamn idiot I amStunted in emotions Stunted in heart Dead in the head Unable to express what it is that you truly meanTo meUnable to admit, for fear o...

Yesterday, underneath such grey skies, a funeral and one more friend goneToday, too many quiet moments, an unasked for and unwanted lull Within, just beneath the unfeigned calm, lies what many would see as cruel This time, no more anger or sorrow, no streaming tears to hide or battle Tonight, this unsought truth may be cold, but this is what was called my cycle And now, I accept the end result, as all that’s left inside i...

This is the story of a boy who loved too much and a girl who loved too little.Which sounds like the opposite of what it should be, because you already know the outcome; he cheats, she dies, he dies. But it is what it is, and I will do my best to tell you nothing but the cold hard facts without any lenses at all. Just the truth, I solemnly swear.I met Nathan when I was twelve and a half years old: I met Anastasia six month...