I get lost inside my mind
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Ongoing, First published Dec 07, 2019
Do you ever wonder
Why someone does the opposite?
You love them and they love you back
But that's just An act
It's a slap to the face 
However you see it 
You get turned down like it's your fault 
No consideration 
Just left there empty 
Pretending everything is fine
But it's not
Crying because you felt so alone
No one to hold you
You start to have mix feelings 
What to do?
Where to go?
What's my use?
I think hard enough but I'm stuck 
To the point where I can't go be me
That old me...
Alone looking for all my pieces 
All my reasons 
To go be the happy,silly, sometimes annoying guy I was 
Far from it though
only it feels like a crime 
To lose yourself 
And getting it taken away from you
For one reason 
Love...
I don't hate love
It's part of me, who doesn't love?
Only cold hearted people 
The ones that use you 
For experience then throw you away like trash
Like a spider that's caught their prey
Sucks the life out of them
Then discards them
I'm a man but one with feelings 
One that is confused on how a person can easily accept what has happened
Many things transpire but I'm just a 
Bird flying away to find myself
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Blood Orange Periphery

44 parts Ongoing

My suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning, to recalibrating life.