Mental necessities;
Deep breath, go outside, be social.
Disruption followed by the cries of others;
What I need.
Cuts between He and I heals differently.
He chose a band aid. I chose to let the cut breath.

Moments of sorrow,
Sighs to mix with the minutes of deep thoughts;
I wanted to scream.
Knowledge and acknowledgment;
Close ones can't help as well as the demons in my head.

Faulted towers can fall gracefully,
yet I, a broken soul, cannot fall.
These unwanted hands,
words,
comparison's;
nothing will let me break down.

I wanted to fall and rise from my own pile of ashes and gravel.

Sealed lips,
These eyes scream ballads of a man's bottled-emotion.
I was never prescribed medication,
Though I was assigned tasks to take deep breaths,
Go outside,
Be social.

Thirty seconds to mars was sang,
yet no one could heard these screams asking,
"What if I wanted to break?"

I wanted to cry.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to throw things;
I wanted to run away and go missing to find myself.

I air out my wounds,
Though everyone recommends a band-aid.