I want to quit....

I really don't know what to do any more
I don't feel comfortable here
I really don't know what to say
I can't sit in my whole anymore
I need more, I need progress
I need to be able to scream
I am tired of being lonely
I don't want to be here anymore



Rescue is coming.......

Today I died.....

The most awkward and painful place
is to be standing in front of your friends
attempting to hold an intelligent conversation
and all they can do is stare blankly back at you
willing you away because you are no longer adequate


and then I saw this picture of this old lady.....she makes me hurt.....


Rescue is coming....

I have become less....

What can I say any more?
What can I do to make things better?
I have become nothing in your eyes
I have become nothing to myself

I want to mean something to someone
I want to trust myself with you
I have become less than myself
I have become less inside of You

You are everything that is good
You have overwhelmed my existence
I am no longer the man I fear most
I am no longer ashamed of what lies inside

I am not
I am full
I am dead
I am walking



Rescue is coming.....

You came from the summer lands...

Baby, green grass shines through your eyes
Sun shine yellow radiates in your smile
You fell into the nothingness contained inside me
You made my thoughts a winter solitude
Desolate and bitter cold
Save for the warmth of your precious touch
Summer breeze cradles me in your sky blue laughter
I love you dearest mine