The rubies fall from my sky, my skin, and my heart. Each drop expressing something different, misunderstood, something sick and dangerously new.

I caved, one month down the drain.

The Colors Violently Spin and Gyrate Toward Me

The colors violently spin and gyrate toward me.

The steady beat pulses to the beat of my heart,

something new takes over.

Emotions then replace the colors entering through my pores

circulating through my veins.

I feel you creeping through my bones.

I feel your being invading my soul.

I like it, I like you.

Fear crashes over my young, naive mind.

What if?

What if?

What if?

But I don't know.

The cemetery is still begging me to lie down.

I am still sleeping with demons.

You don't want me.

What do I want?

You?

Her?

Him?

Them?

It?

My mind is baffled and perplexed.

But my heart holds the weighty secret.

Shall it be revealed?

Time can only tell.

Unnerved and frightened

The unknown is difficult to venture off to.

Will you hold my hand?

Will you show me the way?

Set the path.

Take the lead.

Show me what to do.

Carve your name onto my heart.

And it shall be opened up to you.

The Best Seats in the House

The meds aren't working wonders.

The psychiatrist doesn't have the time.

The therapist is still on hold.

The counselor doesn't know how.

The journal has lost it's inspiration.

The friends have grown accustomed.

The strangers are blind as ever.

The teacher accepts the lie.

The mother cares too much.

The father doesn't give a fuck.

The lover is forever lost.

And I am still dying, slowly, before all of your eyes.