You can't see my scars
They lie deep inside...

I need to leave this place
I need to get away...

Impulsive ritual
Facade is habitual...

This poem I found a couple of days ago, I wrote it...
Leaves float gracefully...

You're pathetic
You're embarrassing...

Rain cascades softly
Clothes the world in shades of grey...

*I found this in a box of my stuff I had in...
Cold, I'm cold...

Lying in the shadows
Dim light slides under the door frame...

Good evening, blank page
The night has just begun...

So here it is
The start of the new year...

All I ever wanted
Was someone just to care...

His breathing is struggled and shallow
But his aura is quiet cool blue...