I used to be a poet once

But now I’ve lost my spark

The words that once came freely

Are lost now in the dark.

I try not to get discouraged

At this subtle, painful change

But I’ve become a different person now

Though I yearn to be the same.

Everyone loves the fall, it seems

But nobody ever thinks

About the tragedy befalls

Every fallen leaf

Their blood has been sucked out of them

Like a vampire with it’s prey

And their bodies tumble helplessly

Like rain on a chilly day

And that crunching noise you love so much

When you tread upon the leaves?

You’re stomping on their skeletons

And crushing skulls beneath your feet.

I look tenderly at the bluebells

For the first time in a while

I hope they know how well they are doing

How fast they are growing

And how beautiful they’ve become.

I’m back where I belong, it seems

By myself at last.

I tell myself it’s what I need

But thoughts are coming fast.

How cute, he got me roses

As if plants could fix this mess

The paleness of the petals

Are completely meaningless.

But still, he bought me flowers

I guess that means he cares

But it takes a little more than that

To make this all seem fair.

Summer is gone

Just a heartbeat away

My life feels empty

As I waste my days

Sitting inside

Seeing no one at all

Maybe life will be easier

At school in the fall

Stars are what I reached for

The ground is what I hit

Life continues to beat me down

Like I don’t deserve to live

One day I will die, I know

Till then it’s misery

So let’s cut out the middleman

And all just cease to be

I’ve grown accustomed to the quiet

That lie beyond my door

So it was all the more 

Disquieting

When I heard voices from the floor

Honesty comes easily

To everyone but me.

I time my words with the waves

And hope they’ll get lost at sea.

As a liar and a fraud,

I understand deceit

Yet crave it more than truth

So it is all I seek