The coldness runs through my blood, the rage builds inside my fists.


Envy threatens to tear my eyes.
A sudden confusion and depression of your absence.



Do you feel my pain when I leave your side, your arms? Do you worry about my actions when I disappear to another background?




I’m scared you’re weaker then me. Vexed that you’ll give into the voices. What’s worse is that, I’m never scared.





Only for you…

I will fall when you’re mad, and won’t talk to me.

I seize my wrists when I think of what you could be, or even become.

Maybe my pain will cancel yours.




My pain shows me I’m still here, here in reality. It shows me I can still feel love and hope.





Please give me a reason to have….









…hope