The Art Of Doorways A peace I cannot find Tries to worm its way into my mind. A heart not mine Attempts to steal its shine. There's a door in the distance, That glows brightly with persistence. There's a crack in its spleen That holds a future yet foreseen. My hand aches to grab the knob, To turn it roughly until it throbs. I look through the crack and see, An unraveling fate yet to be. A flurry of small flowers, Springing from the earth like showers. A wisp of fresh air Covering the sun's harsh glare. A sigh leaves my smiling lips, Wishing this world at my fingertips. Only a door stands in the way, Leaving me in a world with less to say.

Euthanasia The ground was a blanket of crisp white that froze my toes and brought a smile to my face. I sat down on the cold seat, letting its warmth soothe me. I let go of my troubles. I clenched onto the freezing metal chains that bound my chair and thrust my legs forward. A shriek of glee bubbled from my chest and filled the air with its melodic sound. It was a sound I hadn't heard in a while. Faster and faster I swung, the butterflies erupting in my small stomach. Happiness was an emotion that had long since gone from my repertoire. I suppose one swing could change that. I glanced to the people beside me rolling a snowball in the blanket. Another laugh of euphoria. Unwanted parasite feelings could be banished for now. For now at least. Closing my eyes, I let the metamorphose shape my body and expel the rid. Is this what it was like before my sickness?

Walk Through Bladed Grass #beginningline If you could feel what I feel, You're cheeks would be stained with tears, For the pain that I carry, Is beyond your biggest fears. If you could feel what I feel, You'd know why I don't talk, My dislike for human beings, Is not an easy walk. If you could feel what I feel, Your chest would be too heavy My heart weighs so much, I'm sure the result would be messy, If you could feel what I feel, Your fist would be flying, My anger I keep inside, Is years worth of denying, If you could feel what I feel, You'd finally begin to understand Why my doors keep closed, Because I know struggle firsthand.

Cancer #promptschallenge Light a candle at my grave, Whisper your sorrows to the stone, It's only forgiveness you crave, But that's something you've never shown. Camp out late till it storms, Trace my name engraved forever, It's only the word that scorns, When you realize we're not together. Bring a bottle for us two, Drink my wine from last week, It was bought before you knew, About my secret I did keep.

When The Shadows Play #titlechallenge Thoughts of hate that were never mine Strangle me breathless like a vine. Violent swings and harsh kicks, Suck me dry like the ticks. They play with my body and mind There's not a time where I'm not blind. Dark feelings and sharp knives Always taunt me at these times. My family doesn't hear me screaming For these shadows to stop scheming. Like a monster hissing under my bed, They will play me till I'm dead.