Spilt Ink

My mind is filled with words that never meet my tongue
They’re unsung
They stay trapped in my mind, searching for air
But there's none there
They wait in line hoping to see the light of day
But there’s no way
I keep my lips closed and the words remain locked in
Like Berlin
But today my pen breaks and the ink spills
Just watch it as the page fills

Deep breath

I’m afraid if I go all out I may fail
I’m so frail
Anxiety overflows in my veins
Telling my brain
To fear the thoughts inside their head as they stare
But I act like I just don’t care
I think my heart is broken permanently, I just can’t love
But love is all I write of
I think that if I write it down in a poem maybe one day I will believe it
But I hate it
I pray to God and question his existence
And wonder if he existed would he even listen?
I bow my head and cry out, but all I hear are crickets
Oh forget it
I paste this smile on my face and say everything is golden
While everything is broken
I stare at the reflection in the mirror and feel everything but free
I hate that boy I see
I see his past written on his face in permanent marker
As his soul continues to grow darker and darker
And I realize everything that fool has done 
That can never be undone
          it is forever

Take a step back

My past is done and over with, so I look on to the future which is unwritten
And unlived in
          I am the author
So I grab my pen and prepare to write the greatest comeback story ever written 

Here’s to the future.