-To be me-sit back and read me-

the rain contemplates its sick drop in nothing,
i am painting a picture with words spluttering on my tears,
stuttering over my fears, as i am a small fish in a big pond,
i cant find what ive lost but who am i?,
i am just the voice in your head, pushing you towards the edge,
i am the plaster, the happily ever after illusion,
i am the fake face that you see every time you glare enviously,
maybe i am the ghost billowing in the backdrop,
like a single photo pushed to the back of the draw,
and forgot.

see me in your mind,
step for a moment into my life like a suit thats to big for your bones,
or like finding yourself stranded without a place to go,
empty yourself of everything take a breath and redirect your thoughts,
see me stand with me and recognize this, envision this,
and feel me,

walk along streets knowing no one is waiting for you at home,
watch the rain fall and put gems of hope in this sea of dissapointment,
drink your pains away and scream for more, because you know,
atleast you feel something when you hit the floor,
because nothings worse, than nothing, nothing at all,
come from dramas in your t.v and put those storys, into reality,
because the most unbelievable things happen in tragedy,


come alive at night, and hear screams of the ones you love,
slowly destroying each other and tearing their selves apart,
they never even gave a thought, to what it does to you,
to watch them slit open each other and break their hearts on your back,
for a moment,
feel like no one under the ozone,
gives a flying fuck,
and your alone, and no matter how hard you try,
your vision is blocked by head on collisions,
so you sit down and give up on dreaming,
but what gets you by in this black,
you cant find any way forward and their is no way back,

so you pick up a pencil, you feel the electricity run through your veins,
and thats it your hooked , line , sinker ,  actually you took the whole fucking rod,
as tears are born in your eyes live down your cheeks and die on your lips,
you scribble and rip away at a page,
you give it a face and you give it a name,
and within yourself you create a secret place where you are god,
and with a flick of your wrist you can change it all,

you only stop when people steal away your tools,
your a master of lines,  you make something out of nothing,
and you cant stop now, its all you have, and day after day,
you pave away, page after page,
the deepest of minds cannot frame what you chiseled,
every emotion you envisioned and forced upon a page,

so be me for a moment,
see me,
take a breathe,
and breathe me.