is to scrub away yourself

is to kill your soul 

is to silence your voice 

is to fade into the shade 

is to dim the sunlight 

is to break the pen 

is to lose emotion

to go numb

to hide 

in the pages 

and 

to hide 

and cover 

the scars 

what 

make 

you 

to not 

reach out and get help 

because 

you fear people 

will think 

your crazy 

to try to scrub away the past 

to change you 

so that you forget what happened to you that made you the freak you are 

the ultimate sacrifice to kill yourself to because of how you see the world 

as an opportunist, a place of opportunity who have the opportunity to be normal  and  believing the world is better without you in it 

The pain

 becomes too hard to handle the back breaks from all the baggage you have to deal with.

Standing bravely among

twisted broken veins,

I yearn to slip into

your body to feel

your love one more time,

stripped bare,

trying to melt into

your bosom.

Drought of longing

overcomes my soul as

I peer down the throat

of desolation,

feel once again

your dance of waterfalls

as shadows fan fingers

into reality.

I hunger to caress

your warmth,

soothing my want,

grasp the voices

dissipating into air

like wafting music,

hold you in captivity

of my thoughts

knowing you dwell

in distant realm,

leaving the scent

of your soul to linger

as my love enfolds

your essence,

silent and still.

I gave you my life

And I'd give you my soul

Only problem is, 

It's already been sold

Super beings

On their way

Going beyond new

Borders

They say goodbye

To all their loved

Ones. When will

they be back home?

Moving across

Uncharted regions

Not knowing

If they'll survive

But on they go

To serve their

Home and land

Their nation

Brave, mighty

People both women

And men. Never

Planning to leave.

On they stay

Ready to face

Many challenges

And battles

Looking forward

To a new day

When they can

Head on home.

A time for

Them to be

With all of

Their kith & kin.

"If you have this baby, you will almost assuredly die."

"I understand. I want to have it."

   And with those words, I sealed my fate,

   doomed myself to an early death,

   but as long as my child made its birth date,

   I worried not about my last breath.

   Now it's been nine months and my end is nigh,

   but his survival has been worth my sleep;

   please believe, I never wanted to die,

   it is for him I soon enter the deep.

Waaaa-aaaaah!

"Mrs. Simmons, you have a healthy baby- Mrs. Simmons? Mrs. Simmons?!"