My souls' stuck in a tree
Withering away with the leaves
Only the branches remain
Showing how cruel and harsh I can be

How lifeless am I?
How...-
How can I be filled with so much death?

That no birds or insects or bees
Wants to build a nest
In my cold branches
With no leaves...

A dead tree...that's all I am.

If I sleep with my eyes open,
Maybe I’ll be less afraid.

Maybe I’ll finally get to see
Those monsters in my closet,
And,
Maybe,

I’ll chase away the voices in my brain.

Maybe I’ll see a new me,
In the shattered mirror,
And broken glass.

Maybe I’ll feel complete,
Maybe I’ll finally pass-

The test that I've been dreading,
The test that makes me shake,
The test of life,

That,

May not even be worth it.
But,
Maybe,

If I sleep with my eyes open,
I’ll be less afraid.

I have this obsession
An obsession with lines
Lines that never touch
But continue on for hours
Days
Months
Years
And keep me obsessed with connections
Connections that I can't make
Making me frustrated
Frustrated with the living
Living with their fake smiles
And clichés
Their asumptions
Judgment
Inventions
I have this obsession