The world sings,
Of everything beautiful and true
Even if we are used to being used
And are still learning to be fruitful
In our endeavors and our cleverness
We're all still treasure chests of truth

As your fingers tighten
I start to remember
That my faith in you is weakened.

As my breaths fade
Those happy moments
Swarm my mind.

Because when you push me and taunt me
There is only one thing I think:
The brother you were is gone.

And what hurts more
Than that realisation
Is the knowledge that
You remember those moments
In which got along.

That betrayal cuts me more
Than your fingers around my throat

‘The tribe has spoken’
‘It just has to be them’
‘Don’t worry, the pain will be over soon’
‘Just go! Leave! We don’t want you!’
‘Freak!’
‘WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!?’
‘CAN’T YOU SEE YOU’RE NOT WANTED!’

They say words can’t **** you.
Yeah, that’s true they can’t **** not on the outside.
They **** you slowly from the inside.
It doesn’t matter how strong you think you are, how strong you say you are.
They **** you and they don’t care.
Words are one of the deadliest things out there.
It doesn’t matter who you are.

There are words that can **** you and the things they do with the words too will destroy you.
I don’t care how old I get or how old you get.
I don’t care who you are.
I don’t care why you do what you do.
I only want to know why.
Why hurt me?
Why hurt the ones who have stood by you when you were on your knees trapped underwater; not able to breathe, not really living.
Why hurt them?
Don’t you know that the ones who hurt you are the ones you hold so highly? Can’t you see they are still hurting you?

Though I do guess all dark minds do think alike.
I guess your mind turned dark some time ago now.
I was just too blind to see it.
I guess nothing like that matters now, does it?
You are on your own.
I’m done always coming second in your life and for you.
I hope you got what you wanted, my dark mind…

It’s easy to lie to those you are around that never truly see you.
It may feel not right but it’s easy.
It’s easy to do what you need to do, to live to thrive.
I don’t know how I would tell you the truth about me anymore…

I never did think that you would believe me.
I never thought you would believe my biggest lie yet…
The lie where I say I’m fine, I’m alright, I’m happy…
You believed them.
Yet every other lie I told you sometimes even the truth you barely believed or you never believed…

I lie to everyone around me.
Though sometimes the truth does slip through my mouth.
You however never seem to notice.
You brush it off like it’s nothing.
You turn your head the other way.
You walk away and don’t look back…

When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything seems
To be poetry

When Psyche merges
With Eros, Everything turns
Into poetry

Love scares me
What's the point of it? The concept?
You love someone just for them to end up dead..
Or for them to leave you
Acting each day as if you were nothing for them

Or how about people putting on a show, acting like they care for your well-being
But all along, they just want to take your body
They want to destroy your peace just to use you
And the worst part of it all is..
Nobody understands.. because it's seen as a normality.
Toxic.

The noose tightens
Day by day
And gradually my breaths
Get shorter and shorter

The noose tightens
Hour by hour
Until one day
My hands wrap real rope
Around my neck
And the once invisible
Takes true form

Dedication doesn’t necessarily mean
Constantly working
And working hard.

Dedication is not giving up
If it takes ten years
If you work in parts.

Dedication is when it’s hard
You want to give up
It’s taking so long

Please hurry up.

But dedication is continuing.