I dont know what to say anymore

Im tired of my record being broken

They never love me the way i deserve

They end up revealed to be clones

Information overload has left me lost

Every path i follow is a dead end

Ive lost all hope of ever finding peace

Stuck with being average forever

So much to offer but no one deserving

Most people seem content with mundane

My soul is screaming silently dying

These days im simply waiting to leave

Being human is just a sick cruel joke

Wheres my romeo my dream come true

I thank the stars for sleep that takes me

The only time i can escape from this hell

The feathered, furred, scaled and small

My only true companions on this journey

Covered in scars invisible to the world

Looking in the mirror for a hint of beauty

True love and romance are just as real

as Unicorns, mermaids and heroes

Tired and worn, heartbroken, torn

Never enough time to escape my cocoon

My butterfly wings no longer fly

My butterfly heart just waiting to die

Creativity, life, Mental Health, Nature


Death soon becomes us or so they say Beauty and passion are taken away
Turn away bleeding they banish your soul
No longer forgiven deception untold
Follow the streetlights to suffering and pain
Anguish stained teardrops will fade with the rain
Jealousy within us is coupled with hate
Forces of nature controlling our fate
Lonely souls beckon, the future so blind
Suffer the children because of our kind
No understanding of all that we’ve done
We’ll never bear witness to the beasts we’ve become
The shadows surround us like angels of death
Our heartbeats are fading with every breath
Now here in the silence we close our eyes tight
We’ll sleep til forever and follow the light
Our tears have all fallen, this sorrows our own
Another soul broken now we’re all alone
Awakening, Creativity, life, Mental Health, Nature

I Miss Being a Tree

The rain fell gently all over me, reminding me of the past. It felt cool on my dry faded skin. Then the sun came out from behind the clouds, drying me off. I felt the cold hard concrete holding me in place and a breeze gently passing me. All around me, others just like me, stood like cookie cutter statues all in a row. We all shared the same sadness and longing for home. A home we would never see again.

I tried not to think about my last day there but sometimes i could still hear the sound of the saw cutting through my body. Then that almighty crash as i fell to the ground, surrounded by my friends. I wondered if they had suffered a similar fate to me. I had reached out to those nearest to me when i felt the first blow. My life energy had surged from my roots and into theirs, passing along my strength to help them grow even stronger.

Now i could no longer feed from the earth that had surrounded my roots. I could never again soak up the rain or breathe in the air. My limbs had all been removed so i couldnt offer shade or a home for wildlife anymore. My bark had been stripped away, leaving my trunk exposed. I would no longer grow any closer to the sky. My only purpose now, was to serve as a place for things to be hung. A lifeless ghost of my former green glory. Never to bloom again.