
Writing

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See you, brother
I don't think you're a waste of space,
I'll give you my room and my pillow
As long as you make the bed afterwards,
And close the windows to keep the rain out.
I don't think your not enough,
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the gift that hope gives
they’ve seen me in passing
without even realising
that hope is what makes me
able to stand underneath the californian sun
hope lets me feel
the ground beneath our feet
the breeze against my cheek
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my hair
my hair falls like clumps of tears
ready to be set free,
like chains held over my head.
i tied my hair into knots
of familial expectations,
the knot’s been untied,
and the cage has opened
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I wish
I wish I could be you.
Running to your room
Plugging your ears
Whenever there's a scary part of a movie
And coming back out in time
To see the happy ending -
Closing your eyes
Covering your face
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This man
This man
With a family who loves him
But can't help him
Because he needs to help himself first
This man
Drunk on hatred for himself
For this world
"Hopeless", they all say
With their eyes
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Regret
I feel like I lost all the time
I once thought I had
Looking at you
Even though you look the same
The gray of your hair
And the change of mine
Tells me time has truly passed