It’s so damn cold here in my soul.

No one knows the horror

I’ve known. I feel the darkness

coming, it’s cold. It’s taking

over this hole in my soul.

I see all the Tortured souls, so easily.

“They’re crying out ‘Save Me,’

Screaming inside, bleeding and

Dying.”

They now wander around alone

in a zombie-like state only to

Eventually fall into a deep black void.

Then disappear into the darkn...

I need help.

There, I said it.

I need help.

I thought I was okay.

I thought I might be able to make it.

I thought I was getting better.

But I’m not.

I see that now.

For months I’ve been getting worse and worse,

Brushing off the dark thoughts when they crept into my mind.

But I think I finally realized recently:

Suicidal thoughts aren’t normal.

It’s not normal to look into every mirror and say, “...

I love you.

Love is a strong word to atone to,

especially for me,

knowing i once loved true,

then it crashed down,

burning and turning to something i once knew.

Love is a scary word for me,

Knowing how it beat me to my knees,

on a cold winter night,

Wondering “how can i love right?”

Love is a beautiful thing though,

how it binds to you,

How it morphs you back into the child you once knew,

feeli...

I do not know how to feel

I do not really know what to think

I am just sitting here on this sidewalk

Feeling lost, confused, not knowing what I should do

But just sit here

While thinking about what happened

And feeling so numb, so dumb

Just sitting here with so much nothingness

And yet, despite how awful I feel

With what has happened

There is this feeling

A feeling of sad happiness

It is somet...

I feel like lately

My poems have been

Nothing

Maybe because lately

I’ve been so much better

I felt real happiness

My depression has lifted a little

And my muse has gone away

Perhaps now I must write about

My mixed emotions

For I don’t always feel this great

And I don’t always feel this terrible

I have a new muse

But some how it’s different

Or is it?

I can’t tell

I miss creating masterpiec...

You don’t belong to me, you never have

But those days and nights are mine

Say I am selfish, say I am this or am that

Torn between going in peace and fighting for you

She has had you, but when you are here, you’re mine

The early mornings belong to me, but she has you at night

I could just ask you of what you want

But this would be too complicated

Should I? Would it lead anywhere?

Would it lead yo...

In the line: waiting,

Holding my backpack,

My heart beating fast,

But in a good way.

Singing along to the music in the background,

Cheerful?

Slowly moving foward…

Almost there…

In the plane: oh no.

The flashing lights,

Fill the sky,

My heart is beating fast,

Not in a good way.

Plug in my headphones to ignore the background sound,

Anxious?

It will end any time soon…

I hope…...

Can love and anger really coincide with each other?

Yes, yes they can. Sometimes though, if you ask me, the anger is stronger than the love.

If you allow yourself to be angry and hate, you’re covering yourself from the best feeling in life, love.

You start to forget the beautiful qualities within yourself, like your sense of humour, your kindness, your loyalty and your dignity. If you allow ...

Can I kiss you

Platonically?

I promise, just as friends

It will only take a second

You’ll forget it when it ends

I only want to tell you

In the best way I know how

You make my world seem brighter

And I need you in it now

You’re the piece of me that’s missing

You’re my flashlight in the dark

You turn weeping into laughter

You’re a neverending spark

I can call myself a po...

There is a black hole inside of my chest

He cannot see it, perhaps for the best

I am so unworthy of all of his light

Can a sunbeam ever love the Queen of the Night?

I’m damaged beyond what I want him to know

The achings I live with do nothing but grow

He’d vanish at once in the very hour

That the Queen of the Night showed the whole of her power

I am the serpent, disguised as a dove

Bringing not...