Heaven knows I might have to let you go,
The chance with you is evermore fading,
Gone are the dreams of summer nights aglow,
back is the somber silence Invading;

But what is the light you brought unto thee?
It's the rain that comes in a time of drought,
It’s the sight of land when your lost at sea;
Sadly, your flame on the match will burn out,

So I must move on and bid you farewell,
Turn back and stride off, my shoulders held high;
I block out the past and try not to dwell,
So I look up at the stars in the sky,

Lost in the cosmos I see you at peace,
Know that my love for you will never cease.

The allusion we perform
So that people perceive us
The way they want

I liked the color red

So, I cut myself open

I hated myself

So, I relied on others devotion

There comes a point in life

When you think you need the knife

Cause you really thought you were broken

I stay in a state

Stuck where my minds set to survive

Where I just need to stay awake

Stay healthy and stay alive

Because when you're broken beyond repair

And your mind has no manual

And that fit of depression

No longer becomes annual

You say “what the hell”

And throw it all away

Your relationships die out

Your texts are just “Oks”

I liked the color blue

So, I forced myself to drown

I hated disappointing others

So, I hid my famous frown

With my head in the clouds

And my mind bleeding out

I turned to silence

Not a cry or a shout

Green's a peaceful color

But it can get pretty annoying

I thought I was being productive,

But it’s myself I was exploiting

They thought I was pretty

People preoccupied by my purity

A praetor of perfection

But now I’ve lost my security

I liked the color orange

So, I kept myself occupied

Submerged myself in lights and loud noises

My mind colonized

I find something peaceful in panic attacks

Feeling the air leave my lungs

Eyes wild

Feeling shaky cries abandon my tongue

Colors spin in my brain

Painting my thoughts

A mess of swirling shades

That contribute to my memory loss

Red,

Blue,

Orange,

A terrifying view

A terrifying truth

Something that can’t be spoken

I hate the color red

Yet I still cut myself open













I liked the color red

So, I cut myself open

I hated myself

So, I relied on others devotion

There comes a point in life

When you think you need the knife

Cause you really thought you were broken

I stay in a state

Stuck where my minds set to survive

Where I just need to stay awake

Stay healthy and stay alive

Because when you're broken beyond repair

And your mind has no manual

And that fit of depression

No longer becomes annual

You say “what the hell”

And throw it all away

Your relationships die out

Your texts are just “Oks”

I liked the color blue

So, I forced myself to drown

I hated disappointing others

So, I hid my famous frown

With my head in the clouds

And my mind bleeding out

I turned to silence

Not a cry or a shout

Green's a peaceful color

But it can get pretty annoying

I thought I was being productive,

But it’s myself I was exploiting

They thought I was pretty

People preoccupied by my purity

A praetor of perfection

But now I’ve lost my security

I liked the color orange

So, I kept myself occupied

Submerged myself in lights and loud noises

My mind colonized

I find something peaceful in panic attacks

Feeling the air leave my lungs

Eyes wild

Feeling shaky cries abandon my tongue

Colors spin in my brain

Painting my thoughts

A mess of swirling shades

That contribute to my memory loss

Red,

Blue,

Orange,

A terrifying view

A terrifying truth

Something that can’t be spoken

I hate the color red

Yet I still cut myself open

They say life is a show that must go on,
but what happens when the show is over,
when the music fades,
the sun sets, and the curtains close?

Will everyone forget the wrong I've done,
the pain I caused?
Will they clap when the show is over—
find reasons for me to be missed?

Will the ones I love—
when they feel empty—
keep me
in their memory?

I've caused pain,
made people cry,
broken hearts—
but will any of that matter
when the curtains close?
Tears have been shed.
Will they care what I've done?
Will they stutter my name?

Will I be able to rest easy—
knowing everyone thinks of me fondly,
and leaves out the rest?

The ones who once hated me,
will they be able to forget,
and love me for the memory I bring—
leave out the rest?

Please, find a reason for me to be missed.
Forget the rest.

Time is ticking—
I only have so much—
time,
before the curtain
makes the credits roll.

Please, don't resent me
for the things I've done.

Leave the hatred,
leave the pain,
the tears—
with the closing curtains.
Find reasons to miss me.
Let me live as a fond memory—
before my time comes,
and the curtains close.

the girl
gauzy dress
tattered and torn
burning
breathless through brambles
reaching a river
pursued
panting
she must cross it
take a step into
freezing water
numbing bones
shaking shivering
pale skin and blue lips
trip
and
fall
hands fall forwards
trying to catch
whatever is left of yourself
but pieces crumble and scatter
on mossy rocks
sharper than they
look
howling dogs and
snarling men
filthy
hunting
they will be here soon
so get up
because there is no more time
to lie here
and wish you are not
the girl
who was maybe once loved
face down
in frigid murky water
the only company in death
those who persecute her
as her pale body
begins to rot
even god
starts to
forget
about her
first
her hands
then
her face
then
her hair
until there is
nothing
left
so that when the dogs
frothing lips
raised fur
and the men
roaring voices
savage thoughts
arrive
the girl is gone
nothing left of her but a
whisper of wind
and the scent of sandalwood
and strawberries
and summer days
long forgotten
but now remembered by those
who never knew them
maybe god didnt forget her
maybe he saved her

I bought a house to live in it.
I bought a car to drive away far.
I bought clothes to look neat and fine.
I bought groceries to cook and eat my meals on time.
While I eat, I look back upon the past and wonder if it’s really mine?

I have a mother who is sweet and lovely but she isn’t what she is supposed to be in front of me.
I have a brother who is a fighter in games of war when played inside the house between Mama and Papa. He stands with Mama cause he knows the pain caused by trauma given by Papa.
I have a father who is hardworking and kind but hides his childhood that he lost over time.
They are my family, I belong to them, but am I really a part of them? Are they really mine?

I grew up over time, living life free and fine, feeling it’s mine.
But over time, I realised it isn’t mine.
The story that I am presenting, it isn’t mine,  it belongs to destiny and time.
I guess What’s Mine isn’t Really Mine.

Maybe if I had looked for you,
Thought this through,
You´d have come by,
I´d have caught your eye,
You´d come around-
Finally we´d be bound:
A heap of cold bones,
You´d find headstones,
My flesh so long rotten,
Just like always forgotten.