I sit at home on a Wednesday,
Not knowing what to do.
Being shouted and screamed at
By the ones that know not to.

I feel the tension in my body
As it runs through my spine,
And I just hope that one day,
Someone might be kind.

when you realise,
that you can get out..
of any bad situation,
that you hold your world in your hands

you instantly become capable of anything

when i walk into the room
eyes locked

i sit close to you
i can feel you near

gently push your hair back
i can see your eyes,  now...

shivers down my back
i can feel you here

Like I said
its been a while
a tough while
a very silent one

yet completely chaotic

you won't understand
nor will I understand
what happened to make
my future look like this

so lonely and bare
so bare and lonely
so silent yet loud
I stand on my own

barely grabbing on
to the little glimmer of hope
I stand low amongst
no one

been a lonely time
a tough time
a quiet time
and a loud time

no words could help me
no social distractions
so hard to hide from your feelings

when they look your right in the face

looking me so hard in the face

I can't seem to keep my eyes open,
they burn

little by little,
one second at a time
they open up slightly
but they didn't open in time

I still stand here
so low
and so alone
but thats okay

because I guess theres still hope

A buzzing feeling
spreading from my chest
down to my fingertips

the heat in my throat
can't be washed away

vivid dreams
like every night is a full moon

feeling wearied and vigorous
all at once

this vessel can only hold so much

being afraid to explode

but maybe thats the point
to explode