You're my everything.

You're my nothing.

You're my dreams.

You're my nightmare.

It's you and me, eternally,

Dancing this game of fate,

We're lonely.

Goodbye

There he stood, upon that ledge.
Barely a step, from the edge.

Looking down, upon far away ground.
There was no movement, and no sound.

Tears streamed down from that lonely face.
He stood no glory, nor no grace.

'Its all gone, why can't they see?
There's nothing left to take from me.'

'Nothing more I can give,
I've lost the fight, my will to live.'

One more step, one deep sigh.
He closed his eyes, and ceased to cry.

With his last words he whispered to,
Any one that he once knew.

'Good bye, and please don't cry for me.
Sure I'm gone, now you might see.

I couldn't take it anymore,
For all this hurt, there is no cure.

The pain it burned and killed my heart.
You all hated me from the start.

I only wish, the one that mattered,
Would have seen, instead that shattered.

He didn't even realize,
That I loved him; that I tried.

Goodbye, all, its time to die.'
And with that he plunged, from the sky.

His last words, with his last breath,
His last movement, what a mess.

The tears that shed, upon his grave.
The flowers that, weepers gave.

If only they would have showed,
How much they love it, that he glowed.

If only they would have seen,
The sadness that stole his dream.

And the one whose love he didn't know,
Echoed through his heart also,

Wept upon his grave that day,
Then followed him, the same way.

Are you ready to cry yet?

It’s been a while since the awful suffocating in my chest.
The first feeling of dread that washed over me.
The first hitched breath, the first hastily wiped away tear.
It’s been a while since I held back my tears forcefully.
So am I ready to cry yet?

Every day it feels a bit heavier, the weight of what I hide inside.
The little feelings that slip through only worsen the pain.
I can’t feel happiness anymore, I feel so numb and hurt.
I think that if this goes on longer, I might go insane.
Can I cry yet?

Today I watched as the feather landed gently on my heart.
I watched as I buckled under the pressure.
I felt the tears spring to my eyes and choked as I held them back.
I broke as I tried to support the weight of the feather.
Am I ready to cry yet?

Remember that moments like this are fleeting,
and are gone within the blink of an eye.
Cherish them for what they are,
just moments of pure happiness in time.

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As my pillare of strenght crumbles,
The stony walls fall down to reveal.
The emotions and hurt,
All things that you tried to conceal.

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When i reach out to hug you,
And see that slight movement as you pull away.
When you rethink and hold me close to you,
Im just thankful that you change every day.

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One step closer to kindness,
One hug closer to care.
One look closer to love,
More moments of happiness we share.

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Remember that moments like this are fleeting, and are gone within the blink of an eye.
Cherish them for what they are, just moments of pure happiness in time.

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Keep changing, keep growing, lets make more memories.

I'd like to stop breathing right now; to stand where I can see.
What they'd all say and whisper, what they truly think of me?

I'd like to loose all I have left; to see if I would care.
Would I cry? Would I suffer, would I give up, deem it fair?

I'd like to feel pain, more than I have ever known.
Be it a broken heart, or agonizing end, true expressions shown?

I'd like to hear the answers, and mull over the facts.
I wonder if I'd go crazy, will my sanity be intact?

I'd like to be cut open, my soul laid out for show.
As one last attempt to understand, do I really want to know?

With the infinite paths and prospects, its no wonder I'm who I am.
I question and I ponder, where is truth and what's a sham?

I remember when I first read your book,
all the wonderful things that you have done.
So I asked mum when I would get to meet you,
she said, 'Hopefully not for a long time, precious one.'

When I asked the old man when he would see you,
he said 'Probably in a little while.'
I asked if I could go with him to meet you,
he shook his head and walked away with a smile.

The man in robes preached of your kindness,
and I asked him why you never spoke to me.
He said 'Open your heart dear child,
he is always there, you just need to see.'

I remember when I screamed aloud for help,
when I prayed for you to take away my tears.
There was no guiding voice, there was no guidance,
that was when my faith disappeared.

I will always question your existence,
and I think that that is fair.
If I have never seen you, heard or felt you,
why should I believe that you are there?

Fake

She wonders when she’ll turn around only to find,
That every where she’d once been, all she left behind;
Was fake.

She thinks about the smiles and laughs, even her own;
And stumbles across the hidden lies never before shown,
What isn’t a lie?

What’s left if all you have isn’t what you thought?
How do you make sense when the pretense is caught?
What is the truth?

All you’ve ever known displayed in front of you.
One by one, the important things, claimed to be untrue.
Fake.