Unwritten

i write your name on the bus seat just behind the exit sign. i drift away in a asylum; no not the one where i should be, but the one that i call my happy place. when i sleep my dreams take no longer then a second to bring upon your face. happily ever after is where i see you and metogether some day. i compare myself to sleeping beauty, once kissed, i have found my cure. sometimes i dont quite understand the things i do, dont mistake me but i think im crazy over you. the same reflection that i see in the mirror seems to have a common name. i call her a "burden". Ashamed to say that i love you. love has never been a friend of mine; rather say a misery. once in a day do i get to forget the things that used to bring us together. thinking about two different people, crying over 3 different things, dreaming of one miracle. i tell you i dont need you but baby deep inside im crying. why cant you see that i need you here to lay with me. dont think im crazy cause i keep a picture of you under my pillow and when i have a bad dream i wake up to find you underneath me. tell me what was the purpose of you being here if hate was to seperate us? memories pour out my closet as days go by. i find myself chasing after them. if you were to see me in tears you to would be afraid. mascara runs down my eyes like a stormy night. eyeliner stains my cuts. my life which will soon be taken from me by suicdal thoughts and depression will no longer find its home here. this poem shall still find itself unwritten.