Killing myself is all I can think about
Shame amd embarrassment keeps me quiet...

The ground is falling and taking me with it
Like sharp edges releasing a silent cry...

I am haunted by my past
Though, not as it seems...

Writing used to be easy
I would put ink onto paper...

Is this manic or is this just fantasy?
Catching myself as I climb the mountain...

Dark thoughts filling my actions
Pumping my veins with venom...

What is this placed on my plate?
A slime of what looks to be alive...

I feel locked deep inside my head
With thoughts that float and dance...

The thoughts are growing, forever overwhelming
Blocking away a sense of a sane reality...

She floats silently, lifeless
Looking for something to grasp...

The sky is waking, sinking, breathing
Furious winds churn through ragged branches...

A tree that sings belongs in my heart
Next to my rainbow colored unicorn...