I was too blind by the darkness in my eyes
I could not speak for they might have hurt me
I could not hear for they had said too much
that had broken my confidence
I could not touch for they were too pure for such a thing like me

You were my cure
But I was the poison streaming through your veins
You were the pages I could write all of my darkest secrets
I was the cigarette that burned your lungs
You were my canvas I could paint on
But I was the tools you used to carve all fo your pain away

It’s unethical for the society to think that boys can’t show their pain, but yet the thought still flows throughout their veins.

You expect it like it’s easy for me to open up like it’s easy to open up a bottle of water.
You assume it’s like drinking from a bottle with full throttle.
You suspect it’s like easy to learn the A B C’s, but I disagree.
In fact, let me tell you something it’s harder than you think.
So please sit down on the counter near the sink and listen to me scream because this isn’t a dream.
I am like a brick wall and trust me there tall.
It takes a lot for me to break them down.
You would have to a clown to think it’s easy for me to say how I feel and honey there’s a lot to heal.
I’ve been through the worst.
Sometimes I feel like I will burst like a volcano in Hawaii thirsty for the taste of the sea.
I’ve been bruised and beat to the ground and cried myself to sleep without one bit of a sound.
In the same way, as I felt like I was nothing else but a lost toy.
My heart was crushed by one certain boy ever since then, my walls have built taller than ever before.

It’s like I feel my tears are about to rain down on me but this **** umbrella is covering up all of my chances of breaking down

I pulled her down like I was an anchor

She sank to the bottom of the ocean

Her body slumbered without the awareness of any motions

The water slowly surrounded her entire body until it reached to her collar bone

gently the water wrapped itself around her neck like an intruder

forcefully it clutched for her last breath

she did not fear for death

nor did she cared

Sun Flower

My body fades as my chest burns and grows into a garden of flaming rage

                                       Words repeat as I am reminiscing and the voices become louder.                                                              

Weakness spreads through my veins and these chains bundle up in a blanket of power I can not fight.

                           I hear voices inside my head, saying” it’s your fault they’re lost.”

The garden of flaming rage turns in guilt

                 The flames burn because of the cold freezing snow

and my body reappears with scars of shame

                I stop to tremble as I let the cold air take my oxygen from my lungs

until I can not feel

Sun Flower