I’ve kept my eyes closed most of these past eighteen years because I find it just as dark

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin