Balance

 and all was flowing the way it should.

Up, down.

High, low,

In, out.

Light, darkness.

She felt balance.

She felt control.

She felt patience.

She felt grace.

Smothered Lies

 Is it lonely in the depths of lies you spin? 

Or do you feed upon the hearts you win?
Until their eyes, veiled, uncovered.
Your poisoned breath,
Leaves no more, smothered.
You're caught, and sunken in a daze.
And fear the lonesome, sans shifting ways.

Suffocate

 And she was broken.

That's what made her insecure.

All those times others did her wrong.

She didn't know how to allocate that energy. 

She was stuck, lashing out in her own world. 

But it only made her world cave in...

When would her wounds suffocate her?

When would it all end?

Who Holds Me Now?

 Who cradles me to sleep now? 

Who holds me and gently rocks me, as my anxiety consumes me?

Is it the distant stars?

Is it the friendly moon?

Or maybe the demon that follows me around and lurks in the shadows? 

All I know, is that their grip is empty. 

The way they hold me feels as if I'm in a glass shell...

Empty, fragile, and exposed.

Privacy

 All I crave is a fucking moment of privacy,

Inside my head, inside my heart, inside my damn notebook. 

A moment where I can express, write, rage, rethink, rewind, and create. 

But... no.

You steal that from me.

Violently.

Your words cut like swords as if you even know what you're talking about. 

So keep talking.

Keep cutting.

Keep digging...

I'll be six feet from hell, before you realize I'm gone.