We were my yes
And a confident block of time
From turning our backs
On everything we had been taught

The rain falls and is caught by the dry crevasses that line the walls within my soul.

It seems like something’s going on just outside my grasp
A lost dream I can’t get a hold of
But something real
A force to be reckoned with
It might be for or against me
It’s too hard to tell

Charlie has moments of immobilization
Lying on the floor with nothing to do
It helps that she knows her triggers
But the triggers happen nonetheless

Her friends have offered to help
She has even taken them up on it
Yet she can still be found on the floor
Trapped in an unreality full of realities

We started out
On the couch
And ended up
On the floor

My school sits maybe a hundred yards away
While I sit in my car in the parking lot
I’ve sat here for ten minutes by now
Debating whether or not to return
Back to the confusion that claims the halls
But I don’t want to leave this quite I’ve found
I need a rest from chaos before I drown

I think that we are raised one way
And then told it is not correct
We then throw everything we know
Out the window
And start from scratch
We screw up every possible way
To create a truth that holds true
In the hopes we don’t have to start over

I fell alone
But it’s my fault anyways
So I don’t see why
I should talk to someone
It will sound like complaining
Or whining for attention
I don’t like either of those
So I’ll stay alone

Sleep won’t come to me
Like he has every night
Finding a spot in my bed
Tipping sand in my ear

He answered the question with an air of understanding, in the only way he knew how, and yet the best way he could have, “Not for this.”

Collection of my life.