There’s so much time, so much space
But not much to say
To fill the silence,
To fill the void,
To distract my mind from all things I fear.

There’s so much time, so much space
But not much to do
To fill the silence,
To fill the void,
When I just want you to hold me and say things will be okay.

My heart is aching, and I’m scared
And I can’t tell you this for fear
Of what you’d say,
Of what you’d think.

There’s a pit it my heart and it hurts,
And I just want things to be fine
But what if they aren’t.


Better in the Morning

Said I’d be better in the morning,
But I lied.
For my heart is full, and my eyes are heavy,
Yet tears wouldn’t fall, I hoped they would,

I’d be better in the morning,
But of course that’s a lie,
A wish I hope was true, though I know it isn’t,
Yet tears wouldn’t fall, I hoped they would,
I hope

Be better in the morning
And now my chest swells and I can’t breathe,
Maybe tears would fall, but I don’t want you to hear me, I breathe–

Better in the morning
Is a lie I tell myself when I’m up all night,
When I’m not all right,
Still tears won’t fall, the faintest release I could find is still out of reach.


Always better to stay in the surface where it is sunny and warm,
Cos when you go underneath you’ll learn that the light barely gets through–

And it’s cold and dark and although you know the world is out there,
You couldn’t shake that empty feeling off.

And you start to get comfortable,
And though you know it’s gonna get you,
It’s gonna drown you—

You’ve somehow made peace with that.

Then you keep thinking of things that make you feel worse,
Til the weight of the words pull you down deeper,
Deeper til you couldn’t feel your limbs,
Deeper til your eyes water and your head implodes–

Deeper, til there is nothing but the deep.

And you float there, in silence,
And nothing else matters.

I wish it was that easy
To escape, to get away–
To be free from this prison that is my own mind,
Or if not, at least from this life.

I wish it was that easy.

No One Likes You

No one likes you.
Emotional, irrational, sensitive,
You are a butterfly 
When the rest of the world is a strong gust of wind,
Ready to break your wings at any moment of weakness. 

No one likes you.
Your childish charms and quirks don’t work anymore,
This is the real world now and you have been left behind —
A lone leaf in this world of bricks and stones and marbles.

No one likes you.
You think they’d care but no– you are living in a fictional world
Where people have time for your follies and paroxysms, no —
They just don’t notice those now, they just don’t notice those now.

No one likes you.
See this is why you lie in bed, alone, at this hour,
When entwined hearts would whisper their devotions, you listen to the sound of the quiet street outside,
And you wonder things you’ve always pushed to the back of your mind.

No one likes you.
You hurt yourself with these words and thoughts and yet you continue writing,
Afraid to realize that you may be worthless if it weren’t for these poems you write, 
Words you’re too scared to say that you’d rather write it down in the hopes that the recipient would one day read it,
You pause and wonder, but still, you write.

No one likes you.
You do not even like yourself, you hate yourself, you wish you could stop but you couldn’t. 
You whisper to yourself, “You’re worthless,”  because you’re sad,
And you’re scared that you’re starting to believe it.

No one likes you.
It’s an easy excuse for when you’ve isolated yourself and you’ve been hurt, you’re afraid 
And you do not know how to say, “Hey, this is me. I am miserable and I hate it, but I have been doing so well no one would believe me.”

No one likes you.
This is a lie you say when it is convenient, 
To blame it on others when you know you’re just lonely and are partly to blame.
A scapegoat for when you do not know how to ask for what you need, 

“No one likes you.” 


My toes curled under the sheets,
Arms shivering,
I am cold.

I see darkness where others see light,
What have I been doing wrong,
I am cold.

It is a descent,
Slow and invisible,
I am cold.

I know not why,
Just that it is,
I am cold.


Inexplicably sad
Undeniably mad
Stare and breathe, stare and breathe
Never close to what I need

Inexplicably sad
Don’t ask why
Undeniably mad
Couldn’t tell anyone why

Inexplicably sad
Couldn’t take it easily
Undeniably mad
I’m not ready

Inexplicably sad
Everything hanging on a balance
Undeniably mad
Stare and breathe, stop the tears

Inexplicably sad
Undeniably mad
Stare and breathe, stare and breathe.