The Void

There is no her
She is no one
just an image
mirroring a reflection
the reflection is not hers
she is borrowing it
she has no reflection
of her own
she is nothing
by herself
she never really loved
and never truly hated
Just imitated,
she only feels that
she should feel something
and a confusion over
the lack of feeling.

Shinemyrtle

Complicated

I love you, but I hate you.
You give me freedom,
but you're my prison too.
I try to escape,
but I can't leave.
I'd like to blame you,
for holding me back.
I'd like to blame you,
for devouring my soul.

It would be too unfair,
even for me, you let me
be me, even when I
don't know who me is.

Shinemyrtle

Conversations

She has another one way
conversation with herself.
Another one, so much better
when the voices
are there to talk to, and
make her laugh.
When they disappear,
sometimes for a long time,
she gets lonely.
She has to contend with
her own conversations.
When ever the voices go,
she prays they will be back soon.
They have become friends to her,
her only friends.
Unreliable though they are,
like the old friends they are,
they are always welcome.
They will never harm her,
she trusts them completely.
Sometimes she wishes
she could run away with
the voices
escape into the world of
the voices
A place she cannot be touched,
where she cannot be hurt.
Longing to let go and
let reality take a break.
She holds on though,
though not quite sure
what for.

Shinemyrtle

Come Home

I see you in every face
that I pass, wishing it
truly was you I saw.
Come to find me and
take me away from myself.
I bleed when you are not here,
but hundreds of miles away.
I know I will see you soon,
but soon is not soon enough.
In my world tomorrow
does not exist, and as
long as you are not here,
one day seems as far away
as the one before.
I want you to come home,
come home with me.

Shinemyrtle

Quietly

If she sits still
No one can see her
No one can hear her
yet she can observe
She knows what is going on
yet strangely not a part of it
She has no voice
not one that will be listened to
So she sits there saying nothing
One day it is all too much
She screams from the pit of her being
Now they see her
as they turn to her
and ask her to not make a fuss

Shinemyrtle

No Peace

I am sitting at the top of the hill
the world around me
is noisy but empty
I can find no peace here
and I cannot find my place

Shinemyrtle

Hollow

My body is a hollow shell
it is yours for free
I can feel the balmy breeze
on my skin
and see the sun shine
It makes me neither
happy nor sad.
I want someone to fill me up
I would do it myself
if I but knew how.
How can you fill a cup
when all you have is
emptiness.

Shinemyrtle