Thank you! I really mean it, thank you. Ive been blessed to be able to speak my mind, and you have listened to me. You're so much more than a blessing and before I loose my ability to speak with you, I want you to know how great you are. I would be wasting my words if I didn't let you know that you are a beautiful human. You listen to so many people, think and mull over what everyone says and come up with your own opinion. You're a genius for that! thank you so so much for everything.

I didn't see the thorns.

It's true, I didn't see them.

I thought it was the intricacies of love,

but it was nothing but a thorn in my side.

I didn't feel the thorns.

Its true, how could I feel them?

When its a story pointed towards romanticizing,

I grow numb to the sharp sting.

I didn't notice the red flag.

It's true, I didn't notice it.

Maybe because the red flag was crumpled up into a beautiful rose,

and nobody had ever given me a rose before.

people use a lot of big words

people try to sound unique

people all want to be heard

people, therefore, try to speak.

people misunderstand the two

people tend to believe:

if people will hear you,

then people will listen too.

He threw a tape dispenser at my head,

the three-inch blade smashed my right temple.

I cried myself to sleep, hidden in my bed.

I wish my dad had could see

the long-term damage, the pain,

that he had invoked on me.

Even hidden scars don't heal,

that's just common sense.

Just because he can't see it,

it doesn't mean it isn't real.

sometimes I struggle to hide

the symptoms of anger that I hold inside.

like I have a zombie bite

hiding it, as if I have that right.

as if bottling up my anger doesn't hurt

those who I love, by not being overt.

I act as if being clear and communicating

would be bad, harmful, or aggravating.

I ignore my impact on the world around me

in hopes that my anger won't seep out, and become free.

We have all seen the movies, we have all groaned aggressively.

We all know that the person who hides their zombie bite fails. excessively.

I think I am tired,

But I can't be sure.

Those who know themselves are admired,

It's as if they have found the cure.

I certainly don't much about me,

But I'm starting to think that is okay

Without worrying about identity, I am free;

My turmoil and angst have gone away.

death,

so sweet and reliable,

quite simply undeniable,

there is nothing so reassuring

as that which is insuring

that, no matter what, at the end of the day,

our lovely time here will go away.

When I close my eyes

I finally see between your lies

When I don't see your gentle face

I recognize my love is misplaced

When I separate myself from you

I finally see how much I grew

When I am away from you, I am me

I finally understand; I dream to be free.