I Thought I Could Fly...

I don't know who else to write this to

you seem to understand me

more than others try


so I am going to pour my heart out

to you


now.


I hope that's alright,

but you're the kind of person that will say yes

to anything


so long as someone's emotional well being

will benefit. And I promise

mine will


So dearest diary and closest friend,

I hope all is well in your world

because in mine the skies are grey

the clouds refuse to move away


I miss the sun

I don't remember what a smile is

I feel trapped in my own being


pencils with lead and pools of ink

just don't know how to convey

the things I feel right now


my thoughts eat themselves

before I get the chance to think them

and I am breathing enough to get by

but it's only just enough with no extra space

to breathe.


I don't understand it either,

there's nothing at all wrong

everything around me is fine,


but I need to say something

in hopes you will have the cure

I need more than ever before


being alone is a choice

but

loneliness is a disease


and lately:


I am more alone than ever before. . .


While I don't expect you

as a book with uneven lines

and coffee stains or a person

with a life to live and your own fears to face

to understand this or to help me at all


I don't know who else to write this to

you seem to understand me

more than others try


so I am just here on your door step pouring my heart out

to you.