Internal screaming translated to something a bit prettier

seeing the ocean floor from the stars

The sky ripped open my eyes

I hold its blue in my mind

Tired but afraid to sleep

To wake up and choke

To cry again for nothing

Routine but unpredictable 

Why bother wiping my eyes

If tears do nothing but flood

A new day of pain

A new night of nothing

Perhaps the end is near

It could all be over soon

Or maybe we've got a while

And well have to fight again

A few hours or years

What difference does it make?

I love you i say

But to who?

Is it a compliment 

Or a curse?

Sorry I'm not a good kisser

You make me want to write love poems

Don't expect me to smile

At your torn up mind,

Like teddy bears they play with us

Ferocious beasts reduced to toys

Dressed as a sheep

Fangs beard underneath

Angry, Angry, Angry. 

Only now they see it

I've been angry a while

Why do they see it now?

I'm not angry

I don't know how I feel right now

But I've been angrier in front of them

Can no one see how I feel but me?

Are feelings really so confusing to the outside eye?

All I want is joy

For my friends and myself

Tears 

Tears

They fall so soft

They are screamed

They are silent

They are shed in the bathroom

Of your own house.

They are shed 

While you're supposed to be sleeping

Not a goodbye 

But not quite a hello

What keeps you up at night?

Seeing stars from the ocean floor