Reality

I want to be close

I need to be away

but every time I see her

I think too hard

about everything

but nothing will ever happen because I am me

everyone knows who I am, what I am

and I know nothing will ever happen

Realistic thinking keeps me bordering on insanity

with optimism and pessimism deep in that hell
Will I ever ascend this?
I won't

Ruin

There are times I wish I was the son of ruin
I would gain energy from my scars
and become something more than myself
I would burn and be burned
I could sacrifice myself
I could level a city
Like a soda can shaken up
I need to explode.

Plead.

I hurt because of the choices that you have made
I hurt because the sadness that you feel
If you will ever need help, I will always be here
Always.
But I cannot do anything until you help yourself
I know it hurts you
It hurts me too
Can you try?
Or have you crushed yourself?
Can I help?
Or do you not care enough.
It hurts.

Sanctity

I cannot go back.
I cannot show my face there.
Could I hide?
Find a small hole where no one will find me?
Could I leave?
Forsake all I have ever known for what?
For hope?
I hope to find a place
Where I belong