I wish I could believe
that no one would miss me when I am gone...
The cycle never ends,
secrets always remain...
She sleeps beside the bloody moon,
stars beneath her feet...
These poems are what people will remember us by,
reading between the lines to try and understand...
Dear Anxiety,
when will you stop stalking me...
My life is like a song that no one knows,
but they try to guess the lyrics anyway...
When I was born,
I think my heart forgot...
The tombs line up,
bodies consumed by pain that they could never...
A once cheerful petal was found
shrivelled up and dead...
Sometimes pain can be so overwhelming
that it takes you hostage...
Some hang onto yesterday,
yet I hang onto my ecstasy...
Existing at all is an epiphany wall
Good luck trying to solve it all...