Written for myself... when I was too low :(

You say you want to die.
You say you just don't care.
You say nobody loves you
And you've nothing more to share.
You say your lives too difficult;
you’re so full of despair.
You say the weight you're carrying
is just too much to bear.
You say that you are sorry
and that none of us should weep.
You make death sound so beautiful,
this grand eternal sleep.
The razor is your truest friend;
it gives you what you need.
You glorify the pain it brings
each time it makes you bleed.
You try to paint this pretty picture
using shades of gray.
You hold our hearts within your hands
with every word you say.
You lead us through your darkened halls
of anger, fear, and shame.
The question still remains unanswered.
Tell me...who's to blame?
A lover from your past
who left with broken promises?
A God you gave your heart to just to find
does not exist?
The parents who have let you down
through neglect or abuse?
Your peers,
who’s unforgiving words have made you feel obtuse?
Your poetry's an anecdote of what you feel inside.
Your words scream for attention
while you try to keep your pride.
You say you want to die,
but deep inside,
I know you're scared.
You say nobody loves you,
so you want someone to care.
The question you must answer first is.
Do you love yourself?
You'll never know true love
if you depend on someone else.
Even if my words to you are too far out of reach,
for you to keep on writing is the one thing I beseech.
So, say you just don’t give a damn.
So, say you want to die.
As long as you keep saying it,
I know you're still alive.

Cracked

My skin is cracked
My skin is worn
Cut by the razor
Pierced by the thorn
My eyes are dirty
From filth I've seen
But whos eyes
Are really ever clean
My feet are calloused
My steps are small
Dropping to my knees
I can only crawl
My thoughts are distant
Faraway, remote
Sinking into the darkness
Can no longer stay afloat
My skin is cracked
My skin is worn
Cut by the razor
Pierced by the thorn

All day the stars watch from long ago...

All day the stars watch from long ago
My mother said I am going now
When you are alone you will be all right
Whether or not you know you will know
Look at the old house in the dawn rain
All the flowers are forms of water
The sun reminds them through a white cloud
Touches the patchwork spread on the hill
The washed colors of the afterlife
That lived there long before you were born
See how they wake without a question
Even though the whole world is burning

How much do I love u?

If I could choose someone to care for me
It would be you
If I could choose someone to hold me
It would be you
If I could choose someone to give happiness
It would be you
If I could choose someone to live with forever
It would be you
If I could choose someone to lift up to heaven
It would be you
If I could choose someone to love me
It would be you
If I could choose someone to love forever
It would be you
If I could choose someone to die for
It would be you
If I could choose my place to die
It would be in your arms