Become not the longing to be seen
but the scene itself

My words are never complete,
poems always half finished.
I’ve deleted more then I’ve saved.
When I post my poems they’re never quite finished.

My mind is a mess,
My hopes never realized.
My dreams left unaccomplished.
When I speak to you my words are always half hearted and half complete.

I love you more from a far. I love you more in theory.

I really dont know
How i feel at all, but i
Want to feel loved please.

suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option

i fool
too many
people
with
my big words