you know,
i have trouble telling my feelings or expressing myself,
but i will try.
if i told you i missed you,
would you believe me?
if i told you i wasnt okay,
would you tell me you’d make it?
if i came to you crying,
would you hold me tight?
what if..
i told you i still loved you,
would you kiss me and say you loved me too?

It is an awkward thing being depressed, in love, happy, suicidal, at peace, determined to bring change to the world, and being completely drained of all energy at the same time.

i wish to find
more of my kind
a group of humans
in which i confide

you're screaming words at me
i try to make them out
give them meaning
my hearts beating
pulse rushing
stop
just stop
let me be please
i can't take any more
i am not like you
i am not a screamer
more or less a dreamer
you cannot make me into you
please
let me go

something about a hot shower
steaming droplets running down your skin
so firey
soothing
like a big warm hug
after a long day

there's calm in the storm
safety in its thunder
assurance in its lightening
it does not put asunder