Poetry is life put to words.

I can feel your sorrow
Seep into my soul,
Eating my heart
Taking its toll.
I can see it on your face,
The time and stress,
It weighs you down
Leaves you a mess.

You won't let me help you,
Won't let me stay.
I try to fight back,
You push me away.

Who are you hurting?
Why don't you see?
That everything you are doing,
Is killing me.

~ sometime at the end of sophomore year

A little midnight poetry

Restless mind with bloodshot eyes
I feel dawn creep on me

In thy bed, I know no sleep
And will it here to see

Without a doubt, I've made a friend,
Insomnia is he.