Potential

I have so much potential

That gets wasted because the imbalance in my brain is all mental

I’m pretty sure that i’m not supposed to be here

My birth was accidental

I want to float away to the people who understand me

My death will be so gentle

M.A.P

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AfterEarth

I always liked the cold better then the hot

Because at least when you freeze to death your own body decides to shut down

Your own fingers will fall off without you even noticing

But when you burn your body feels everything until it has destroyed every nerve

It’s like the sun wants you to feel its power, its mighty force

It wants to remind us that without it we would be dead

It taunts us the way it dances

The sun would rather you feel its every move across your skin and crawl inside your throat until you dry out

The fire takes away everything that makes you human

When you freeze you can always unfreeze

The cold knows you don’t need it

It whispers its secrets in your ear and tells you to close your eyes

It just holds you in its arms and lays you into the afterearth

Sick Day

I need a break

A time for the earth to slow down on its axle

I need to relax

Instead of typing up everything in my brain until everything in my mind is factual

I need a reminder to sleep

Because i stay up all night until i can name and count the stars just to keep my O.C.D residual

I need a sick day before i become more and more unnatural

M.A.P

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Stretched

“I think i’m broken”, the girl said,

Her words tumbled into the dry air.

“You’re not broken”, the boy replied

“You are just being stretched”.

The girl nodded as if in agreement

Then after a moment she said,

“It would be less painful to just finally break”.

The boy just tried to put back a smile on her face

and she did smile just for him.

But in her mind there was only one thought twisting and slithering around,

I want to be broken.

I want to be broken…

M.A.P

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