I am just a finch:

By a. Finch

I am just a finch
colorful, coy
and oh-so-small
I wither alone
too scared
to talk
to those unkind
I am just a. Finch
yet i still
fight
for my

small

place

Epoxy:

      life filled too much too fast
         everything within is fucking diseased
  so start over
 lance pus from pulp
what is left
but quintessential me?

of exigence (Time Waits Alone):

The stars are not aligned tonight,
Gracing us with lustre,
Smothering me.

Chronos is longing tonight,
He has been betrayed,
Watching, scorned.

She is happy tonight
So far away
she glows.

i falter tonight
hesitate
choke
and the stars never shine so bright again

Such is life:

need to save money
for cool shit, but a problem:
there's frog-themed clothing :(

Nilth:

Note: technically 2 verses to a song but it works as a poem

my stomach feels a fucking pit
my fingertips are pins and whips
i feel the nerves inside my hands
my overworked adrenal glands
have given up, ive had enough
couldnt take a life so tough
they said my life was in my hands
but they wont like what i do
I dont know if i want to die
im on the verge of suicide
im on the edge, but i cant leap
because my soul is yours to keep
im sickly at the thought of you
wish i could feel happy too
emotions flow like waterfalls
wish i could feel nothing at all

Words after a Suicide Attempt:

note: I'm on antidepressants now and not quite this suicidal anymore. plz don't institutionalize me again

i wake up Every morning and i
Endure
Every morning i go
to school, to work, to college, to pain
a thousand days a week
for what?
to survive? to Live?
what Good does sustenance do?
why am i met 
with shame, with pity, with love,
when i finally ask
when is enough Enough?