The image is to be a great poet
With amazing imagery

But sadly I can never live up to
That incredible dream

Because I am too tired
Laid out far too thin

So I just sit there like putty
On a house

But that house crumbles
Because they didn't let me live

I had a potential
A purpose

And they squandered it
Because they thought I would look best

When I was thin
And when I was small

I guess that's the image

I'm sorry if it disappoints you all

Once I was asked
Why men called boats

And cars

And other worldly possessions
Shes and I realised it was because

It was something they owned
And that is what we are

Something to own
Not anymore

Owning a human just isn't right
Nor is it right

To be a human that is allowed
To be owned

And demeaned

Until that person is nothing

Why she?

I'm sorry

You keep telling me words
That I can't understand

Because my brain has checked out
I am no longer there

People keep talking to me
But I can't hear their voice

My head hurts
From all of this warbled noice

My heartbeat has slowed
I wanted to go to bed

But you are stopping me
From resting my weary head

You can always tell a self destructive writer
By their poetry

Because sometimes they are redundant
And other times they are expressing pain

But they always tell a story of being hurt
And locked into their own head

But this my dear, is why they write
Because the person in their head is trying to get out

Self destructive writers
Are usually dark

But when they are light
They tell you how perfect you are

So that you don't do the same thing
That they did to themselves

Self destructive writers
Don't want you to make their scars
On your arms

We write of things we have not experienced because it sounds good on paper and we live through our work. I write in the night to inform poets like me that you can make it,and there is hope for you. After all there is hope for everyone, is there not? I am alone in my bed, writing on a phone because I got the sudden urge to tell all of you, that anything can happen. That you can become a poet or a writer,that your work is really quite good, and nothing is the same as you.

I already know I'm stupid
And that I don't have a brain
I don't need to be reminded
So can you just treat me the same?

And I know that I'm not pretty
And no one will love me when I look like this
But I don't care
And I already know

I already know that I'm not sporty
And that I'm out of shape
But I don't care
And don't say it to my face

I'm afraid to love
Because I know people who "loved"
And hated it
Because it made them feel everything at once

And it hurt them
Because love is blind
And I'm afraid to love
Because I already can't see