rage

I want change.
I'm sick of all this rage.
hold it in,
hiding it away.
its painful.
I feel so cold, vacant, bitter.

I'm locked up in a cage,
despite all my rage.

insane

Rain pours,
thunder shakes,
i'm sad,
what is it going to take..
to make you come back?

tired eyes.
messed up minds.
sad faces,
make believe places..

my brain is a weird place to be.
more insane, with everyday you're not here.

To live

All I see around me are people.
People craving,
craving to live.
life
live
living
Is it so wrong that I too want to live?
Be alive,
what is it to truly live..?
I want it, more than anything.
To be alive and live the life I was meant to.