One’s true hell is never fear,

but is something they know they cannot stop.

It’s a reality that could never be stopped.

For some, that reality comes in the form of confrontation.

For others,

it comes in the form of someone else disproving one‘s own beliefs.

I speak not of religion or science.

I refer to the human instinct.

The human instinct that knows when something is wrong.

All of those in the mentally ill community know the feeling,

dread that feeling.

The feeling we have when we know something is wrong,

yet any professional we ask says we overreact.

“You’re overreacting, nothing is wrong. You’re fine.”

When we come in with proof the same is said,

but the looks we receive say everything.

“You’re crazy!”

“They’re faking it.”

“Attention seeker!”

I know myself better than anyone,

I know something is wrong.

Stop telling me that I’m fine.

Stop looking at me as if I’m losing my mind.

I can feel that something is wrong,

so please just listen to me.

I Need someone to Hear me.

Years later I’ll fine that something has been wrong the entire time.

Years later I’ll find that I’ve been suffering with no one and nothing to help.

Years later I’ll have a reason to hold my grudge against everyone,

everyone who called me a nut job,

everyone who looked at me with that look in their eye,

everyone.

I am not crazy.

I know myself better than anyone.

You Do Not Know Me.

Me and the Stars

I have lived through an Entire Millennium.

I have searched Every nook,

And Every cranny.

I have stood idly by as those I Loved

Have Died.

I cannot save those who are Mortal,

And I cannot Kill those who are Immortal.

I simply have to live with them,

And watch as their lives unfold.

For Better or for Worse.

I have waited to meet My better half.

My Union.

My other soul.

No one has come to be with Me.

Am I not Good enough?

Am I too Harsh to be Loved by Another?

Am I not Suited to be Enter-twined with Someone other than myself?

Is no one in This world suited to Handle me?

I do not Think that I am Too harsh.

I do not Think that I am Too much.

But it seems that in This world

That does not matter.

After so many Millenia

I have Given Up.

I have decided to Love the Stars.

These Magnificent structures of Light

Is the Soul that I decide to Cherish.

Even though They cannot Speak with me

They Listen.

Even though They are the Opposite of me

They Stay.

Anything Degrading that I think to say

They Counter with something Uplifting.

If I say that I am Old,

They respond,

“So am I.”

If I say that I am Tired,

They say,

“Rest as much as you need.

I will never Judge.”

If I say that All have Left me,

They reply,

“I will Never Leave.”

I Preach to the Stars just how much I Love Them,

And They Never have to respond.

Their Presence is all I Need.

As time goes on,

Your Light and Your Presence grows Stronger.

I Yearn to Feel Your

Full

And Undying

Presence.

Little Immortal

I have traveled Great distances since I first heard You.

I have Yearned to Hear You close

Rather than Far.

Throughout All of my travels,

You have Spoken to me with great Passion.

I understand Your Ambitions.

I follow Your Emotion.

You are the Loudest of all beings in the Timeless expanse of the universe.

I wish to Finally meet You

After All of these

Tens

of Thousands

of Years.

I hope you Know that I Cherish

And Love You

As much as You Love me.

One day I will reach You.

One day We will be Together.

One day We will Embrace,

And it will be Warm and Comforting.

It will be Full of everything we Feel

For One Another.

So, My Love,

I will Soon meet You,

And We will soon be Together.