Can I get up tomorrow?

I don't even want to think about it.

Will I be able to get up tomorrow?

Who knows.

It doesn't matter.

I'll deal with it later.

Let today's gloom wash over

And perhaps pass on by tomorrow;

I suppose, after all, won't be getting up tomorrow.

I'll come up with an excuse later.

Ooh, I dread tomorrow.

Darling

I'm afraid you're hurtling ahead

At a hundred kilometres an hour

Darling

You know I'd do anything for you

But you're at the shining centre of everything

Darling

I

Can't take

That kind

Of life 

Not then

Not now

No more

Never 

Ever again 

Darling

You know I won't ever come back to the top

I've always been special, but trying to slip out of the spotlight

Darling

Maybe you don't need a fallen star to accompany you

When you, the moon could pick any prize

Darling

You

Deserve

So much

More

Darling

I don't know if I have enough light

To hold you any longer

Melancholy ripples the heart

As wheat sways in the breeze

The sun glistens along

But nostalgia kicks in

What fills people with such empty,

Wistful dread upon these quiet scenes?

And although it's still bright, wind gentle,

I shiver, inexplicable tears biting at my eyes

Something bursts inside--

I should have known.

Known that you would betray me again.

I've seen it so many times,

Torn open a new emotional scab each time

But it seems like I never learn.

People change with time?

No, people never truly change.

You're the same, cruel, as always 

I'm the same, gullible, as always

Everyone sees only your side

and I'm the one who stands to lose,

As always. 

You'd think I'd start to see through

Your sickeningly-sweet kindness

that soon melts into rage

Rage that's always aimed at me. 

You'd think I'd learn,

but I don't.

You'd think I'd realize

and I do.

But a child can only block themselves off

From the world for so long

Before they start to crumble

Craving any warmth available...

Hot tears threaten to spill over,

Something bursts inside--  

Yes, I should have know.

Now I'm just a little

more dead

inside.

i will always hate

friday the thirteenth,

that tragic date in

march twenty-twenty,

when my life

froze 

and i became

a prisoner

in my own 

home.

They ask

Behind her back 

What happened to that girl

She used to be so good

What made her change so much?

I say

To their faces right back 

I haven't changed at all

It looks like everyone else is the problem here

From what I've seen here and such

I don't want to come back.

Locked on the top floor

Shivering cold at night.

I don't want to come back.

Shouting matches downstairs 'till dawn breaks 

And away is yet another sleepless night.

I don't want to come back.

A house filled with lights but not up there

Daytime's for writing and drawing alone 'till night.

I don't want to come back.

There my back hurts from huddling

My eyes hurt from straining.

I don't want to come back.

Not from this place where my cheeks hurt from smiling

My feet hurt from running far far away.

I don't want to come back.

I don't care what people think about my home life

I don't care to change their minds from the truth.

I don't want to come back.

So don't expect me

I don't want to come back.

No I'm not coming back.

When the moon shines

From both earth and sun shine

I cannot help but feel jealous.

When the moon expresses

Whatever she feels at any given moment

I cannot help but feel jealous. 

When the moon loves

The sea and sky and gets to hug them both

I cannot help but feel jealous.

When the moon dances

Circling about her gorgeous star-studded stage

I cannot help but feel jealous.

For I long to fly freely

Escape this painful existence

Down here on the ground,

Trampled and stepped upon

Without a thought

Or an ounce of mercy given.

I too long to tear away

Gone to a place that's safe

And soon will be forgotten.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

What I mean is

Yeah, I'll probably

Make it out okay

At least for today. 

sanity was made to be reversed just as light was made to shine

and my dear friend, we are wayward spirits of the juxtaposed world

there's an empty plain i can't wait to fill with you

because there is endless brilliance trapped in your mind, and as much as we would like to, we are people who can't let go 

we're above earthly troubles but we want to fix them anyways

let's run away in our minds

is it possible to create a new world and love the old one anyways? 

Everyone's poetry is so good what the heck-

untitled (for now)

we are something great,

you'd say as you spit out pieces of yourself

with a tip of the hat

for everyone to see,

we'll be remembered

you said and i believed.

i didn't complain once

gambled for your love like a dog

i was blind because 

to see would burn my eyes

and i am too afraid of pain.

still everything crumples even with the best glaze

and all of us

that is left

when i open my eyes

is me and the forever-long road which is still too short

and those trees which i wished to be

and the still-sacred dust from your boots.