Who are you to judge me?

A cliché phrase used commonly used, but unanswered

I never asked for someone to love me

So, I find love through these pages and stanzas.

People come and go

But ink stains forever

For the pain I didn’t learn to show

My hand and a pen came together

For every word I couldn’t speak

There was a line that I could write

For every day of every week

I wrote to save my life

If there was a word to describe it

I wouldn’t have been making poetry

Every-time I said I was fine I was lying

I lost myself to my conscious, it was nice to get to know me

Why put yourself into a person

Because before you met them, all you had was yourself

To think I was really worth it

Was foolish in itself

A lot of people that know me

Don’t know what I’ve been through

But I don’t want people to know me

Or the places that I’ve been to

I’ve been lost in between the middle

Of falling off the edge and barely holding on

The only thing I wished for was simple

For someone to ask me what was wrong

You’re lucky I’m afraid to,

If it was up to me, I would be dead already

Do you wish that somebody would save you?

Until you realize all you are is empty.