Box, pt. 2

Scared, excited, alive

These are things I hate.

They grab me and

Pry

My heart out of its safe

Box.

Struck dumb with

Strange feeling,

I am at a loss.

I am just a sad, mute

Robot

In a world of toys

Built only for the amusement of

The Tinker

Who can I ask for advice,

Or help?

I am alone,

And toys don’t understand

The problems of a sad robot

Once,

In a while,

I meet a pretty robot or two,

Who seems to understand

Me

My heart says, from

Its box,

"You're in

Danger of

Feeling something."

But then I find a spring in

Her back.

And I realize that she is

Just

Another toy.

Then my heart crawls

Back into its box

Where it crouches

Until I can find a sweet,

Pretty robot

To keep it safe.

Box, pt. 1

To keep myself

Safe

From this big, scary world,

I carved out my

Heart

And put it in a box

I locked this

Box

Up, deep inside my head.

I smile, I laugh, I talk

But inside me,

It's empty.

The Only Honest Note is a Suicide Note

Most people in this world are:

Judgmental

Biased

 Inaccurate

Stupid

Destructive

Sex-crazed

The society we live in is:

Trashy

Nosy

Dramatic

Senseless

Violent

Chaotic

Self-expression is useless,

            Only liars “understand”

People will only be honest

            When they have nothing to lose

Teens committing suicide because

            They have no future

Can’t get out and start my day,

            Living is too hard

Feeling alone and worse,

            Missing something I can’t describe

Sickly-sweet adults claiming teens want attention,

            When really, they’re sick of living

Can’t be who I want to be,

            Others aren’t done creating me

Not a real person yet,

            Somebody else made dreams for me

I don’t want to grow up

            Because, fuck the world twice over

Can’t trust any emotions, even mine

            No room for sanity in a crowded world

If I have one request, do me a favor:

            Publish my suicide note.

Noose Halo

A barbed wire noose

Humanity’s sins

And wild, teenage rebellion:

A disenfranchised, powerless dictatorship

The world’s a wasteland, a hot mess

Suburban moms with the mark of the devil

Lower class slums fallen to the bottle

Upper classes high on reputation

The ringing in my ears

A funeral toll,

A wedding bell,

A war gong

Socialites turned into wrecks,

Turning to the streets in alcoholic desperation,

No kind strangers to spare them a glance

Living off of dog food ‘til death

Rules and regulations created by the clueless

And enforced by bullies

The future of the world mistreated and strangled,

Becoming tough weeds and vines, not adults

Scared refugee children,

Starving, diseased families, and

Nameless soldiers fighting another’s war

Is the world as we know it

Deserted towns,

Rats living off of half-eaten scraps,

Poets who refuse the company of others

(But are lonely anyway)

Does everyone die alone?

Waiting and waiting for nothing at all,

Days lost without even a mark,

Until another one bites the dust.