I stare at my

Messages.

I wish I were dead.

My head doesn't know what it wants.

My head is tired, it doesn't want to talk.

I don’t want to talk.

They force upon me

the product of my insecurity.

On how I feel

on how I act

On how I can’t seem to figure it all out.

But that doesn't stop me

from being the best person I can be.

I won't fail to be the shape i can form

nor fail to be the thing i can become.

I am power, I am the white, I am cold-steel.

I am void, I am might, I am everything.

I am anything I want to transform

my form.

I am God.

I stare at myself

And see 

Blissful Gaze upon the Moon