The Eyes That Can't SeeWhat if my eyes deceive me?
Everything before me could be fake.
No matter what I think, do or make
I will never experience true glee.
I have to know, I need to see.
I pray and hope for my sanity's sake.
That I will understand before ] drown in the lake
Created by the thoughts that reside within me.
During Another Breakdown,
Something came upon me, a thought.
It read, “It doesn’t matter.
For your only goal is to not frown.
Joy is the only thing you got.”
This thought was the start of a new chapter.
The Watching Boy-LimerickThere once was a young boy.
He had not a single toy.
But he didn't care.
Into his mind he would stare.
As he watched he was filled with joy.
Senses of a Scorched HeartI feel a burning sensation deep within.
I smell the smoke rising from within my lungs.
The sound of a fire crackling is heard by my soul.
The taste of ash fills my mouth.
I cough as the ash fills my eye sockets.
I see nothing but blackness.
Then it’s over.
The flame is put out.
I spit the remaining ashes and carry on.
The heart is no longer scorched.
I am returned to my cold and lifeless form.
I am smoking and charred.
The heat slowly dissipates.
The world that was once so bright is now frozen over.
The world is not the same.
The world is cold.
Just like my heart that once burned.
The heart went out like a candle in the wind.
Bright but temporary.
My heart was just temporary.
Rhyme of the Anonymous We are the broken.
Not a single word is spoken.
We are the forgotten.
Our minds grow only more rotten.
We are the few.
There is nothing we can do.
We are the punished.
Thrown aside like rubbish.
We are pain.
We are barely sane.
We are suffering.
We are suffocating.
We are losing our minds
And no one will ever find them.
We are not straight lines drawn in pencil.
Rather we are child like scribbling, drawn in pencil.
Irregular, confusing, temporary.
Forever losing, rudimentary.
We are shattered glass.
In a broken mass.
We are fragile, breakable.
We are projectiles, renewable.
We are lost.
We are just a cost.
Something people step on.
Unnoticed until we are gone.
We are anonymous.
We are helpless.
We are dying.
Without even trying.
We are hated and scorned.
We are baited into thinking we will be mourned.
No one will remember.
A bullet to the skull then gone forever.
Dead at the pull of a lever.
Thrown in a ditch.
Nowhere to hide.
Never knowing that you lie