There's Something Wrong
When you sleep with your baby blanket and a teddy,
with the covers pulled over your head...
curled up in a tight ball...
and you're almost 15...
There's something wrong.
When you cry after making out with your boyfriend,
even though you liked it...
There's something wrong.
When you're jealous that your friend's seeing a therapist,
and you're not...
There's something wrong.
When you keep a sharp knife by your bed,
and you're ready to use it on yourself...
and re-open that familiar scar...
There's something wrong.
When you get in the shower and have to convince yourself to draw a breath of air,
instead of water...
There's something wrong.
When you pull yourself out of your pathetic excuse for sleep to write some stupid poem,
kind of like this one...
There's something wrong.
Fear of the Unknown
I'm afraid of the dark for a reason.
My life is the dark,
the terrifying darkness of the unknown.
All around me, people are too ignorant to see in broad daylight.
and they won't open their eyes and try
they just insist they're blind.
And there are people too stupid to search for what's coming next,
even though it's dancing right in front of them.
But me;
I have what I want,
I'm clutching it in my hand.
And I could see what was coming towards me.
Then someone plunged me into darkness.
Now I sense things that definitely weren't there before.
and they're closing in on me.
they're ready to snatch away what I have.
I can hear the future changing
but I cannot see the fight.
So,
I'm sitting here in the darkness
suffering from sensory overload.
trying to comprehend it all.
And Bloody Mary is closing in.
