You say sorry doesn't mean anything to you, well I guess that means you should mean nothing to me, because all I see is a sorry excuse for a human being.

Why is it we don't want to be alone
Yet we curse and reject those waiting for us at home
Why is it we want to live free
Yet we pay for the fruit hanging from the trees
Why is it so
I don't know
We live lives of senseless contradiction
Never are we happy yet we accept our position
Its as if we don't know what we need
So we'll live our lives while our hearts bleed

Riding down the highway, heading to your heart
There was a nasty accident, a ten car pile up
Now I'm running late, and you no longer want to wait

Lately my atoms have been scrambling to hold the shape of the person you've all come to know so well

You're better off on your own
With no one to bust your pieces
As you try to fix your home

Please go on ahead, destroy your head
Yes my friend, let your pain end
But could you please, before you're dead
Hold my heart, with your last breath
Take me with you, be happy again

My heart has beat for you long since yours stopped

Let the monster free, he will not bring you harm. He's there to protect you, and he is your lucky charm. Break the chains you've been told that he needs. Relinquish you fear, and learn to let him be.

If everything was sunshine all of the time your plants would all wither and die

Sometimes I think what I say isn't what I mean
But I don't know the difference
I've got such a messy head
And I'm too worried about how to clean it best
I spend hours plotting how I'll find the motivation to move
But there's always a disruption once I get my groove
I say I want my freedom but I don't know what that means
Is it really freedom if you don't even know how to be
And I act like I'm too good for anyone and that they all sicken me
But the truth to that is that without them I wouldn't want to breathe

Why do I feel
There's no reason for me to
All it does is cause me to continually chase after that which I cannot control
I want to think
As i have plenty of reason to
But not a single act of glory has been salvaged from the endless war between yes and no

I havent felt this way in some time
Its been a while since i thought i could try
To fly away is my only wish
im tired of drowning with the fish
Theres a whole world out there whose beauty ive missed

I want to dance up in the clouds
Like before i was told i was not allowed by the voices that used to scream so loud
But now it seems they wont be coming around
So its time i got my feet up off the ground

I want to reach out and touch the sun
With wings that wont succumb to the heat
I need to escape this dark place that has long imprisoned me
And now it finally feels like i have a chance to get free
So im making my way to the sky and not letting anything stop me

I'm in one of those moods again
  where everything makes me think of when
      you and me used to be the best of friends,
and id give anything to make this reminiscing end.

I could pick up my pen,
   write poems for the best days that we spent,
      or all the awful things that you ever said
         til every last and forever lost hen,
ready to be slaughtered, comes home to their shed.

Yet when that sun rises red
   into the single pair of dead,
      empty eyes, lying in my bed,
         I'll remember that I have nothing left,
            except for the silver stained in dread,
and memories of you, swimming in my head.

All I can do to make this end,
   is try my hardest to pretend
      that I could go my whole life and
         live without feeling the regret
of never loving you again.

All the words i wanted to say, the pointless poems i wrote when i was home alone, theyve all gone away, swept up in the whirlwind you caused when you left and took with you every dream i had. Scattered to the land and lost floating in the sky, im finding the pieces of me that you apathetically misplaced and im recovering the parts of myself you so wastefully threw away.

I don't long for a life full of faces where I'll fail to find a pair of eyes with a soul like mine behind them.

Oh nameless face
Where are you tonight
I've met you before
A different name
A different face
A light in a darkened place
You always appear suddenly
But then again you fade

Oh temporary hope
Eluding me again

Life's a game of chance
Your parents are the dealers
Living stance is luck

I'm so bored
And life is short
Ive learned from all
My past mistakes
Yet still the same
Mistakes I make
My only wish
Is to escape
To a different world
A far off place
Where no one can find me
And where theres nothing to remind me
Of the memories that haunt me

My emotions are just toys, scattered across your floor
Stepped on so many times, your feet have gotten sore

I've barely been able to think whenever you've been around, and I could rarely speak more than two words to you between these past two weeks. Things are changing at such a rapid rate and I don't know if I can keep up with your elevated pace, and when we're both in the same place I feel like I've drifted beyond the bounds of space

Compromised
Pick a side
You can't stay
in between
Who you've been
and what you're
becoming

Thoughts like insects,
Six legged sadness carriers.
I bash my head against the wall,
To hear them pop and splatter.

I don't think that you're welcome here.
So if there's anything I can do
to make it more clear,
let me know so I can
help you disappear.

There and here i disappear for reasons easy to understand but hard to find the root of,, and my branches dont bend these days, theyve all begun to break
Down and out, back again, and then thrown out the door again, always lost, always confused, and on the losing end
Of life, of love, of simple self fufilment, ive tried every way you speak of yet i do not feel whole
Where i lie, with glassy eyes, i try to find the spies that lie amongst the company with which i try
To keep appearances and quaint relations, much a bother, i cant be dealt with
Desire, a pitchfork,  flames or stone
It does not matter to ne, for none shall own my throne

Why do you look to the sky?
There is no savior in the air, just comets coming to collect us all, and the hope in your eyes won't break their fall

Why do you look to the ground?
There is no shelter down there, just creatures coming to consume us all, and the prayers on your lips won't make them stall

I'm on a roll
Alienating everyone i know and need
Ive got a streak
Of something cold and quite mean
I'll be forgiven
But the sins won't be forgotten
I'll be cleansed
But always smell of something rotten

When you think you're hated there's nothing you can do
Just sit and wait for the monsters to swallow you
When the light is fading there's nowhere you can run
Just sit and pray you'll live to see the morning sun
When loneliness persists there's no one who can help
Just slit your wrists and accept your place in hell

We wear costumes of self control, with masks made of deception to conceal our intention. As a method of prevention, we slip into our inventions, inverting ourselves to protect the hearts we won't mention. Our sleeves will be washed clean so that no one will see how much we've had to bleed just to believe that we deserve a dream just as much as the soul who doesn't have to hide in a hole covered with dirt. Our only message to the world is written out on wooden boards sticking out of the ground above the patches where our bodies can be found, and they read:

"This is all I can let you see because I don't like what you want me to be, and I'd rather die here alone than tell you to leave, because someone you want is all I ever wanted to be."

There is a weight
Tied tight around my throat
Pulling me deeper every moment
And as I sink further into the abyss, I find I no longer need to breathe
And thought it's too dark for my eyes to find light to latch onto, I can see exactly where this weight is taking me
Into the wide open empty place that nobody dares to visit
Into myself, and all the darkness I contain
I will be carried to the bottom
And never return

I'm sitting in my place of seclusion near the old battered bridge, listening to anything and everything but what my mind is trying to say. The waves were too quiet so I turned on the music, and the speakers couldn't play loud enough to drown out the sound of machinery endlessly struggling to produce an answer inside my head. I could scream and drown it out, but I know that with nobody else to hear my attempts would simply fall upon my own tone deaf ears, and I've grown sick and tired of screeching out the same old lines over and over hoping each time to find new meaning behind the words that have always failed to grease my mechanisms and get them moving again.

You are
I am
He is
They are
She is
We are
Everything
At once

This instability is killing me
These thoughts I can't control
Eroded by emotions, I can't get out
All the words choking my throat

I'm not satisfied by my passion
I'm not content with my efforts
Because still, I can't accomplish anything
Except for making sure you hurt

I'm reaching for a reaction
I'm clawing for a cause
All in all, I guess it's time to end this
There will be no final applause
There will be no curtain calls

So I'm at work, right
And there's this guy
He's trying to order something super sized
I tell him, "we don't do that here, we have regular, small, and kids in whole wheat or rye"
Then I ring him for a regular, and he says "you messed up", with a scowl.  
He asks if my manager is around.
I get fired, so I burn that **** hole to the ground.
Another day, another dollar

I am not a flammable substance, though I can be reactive under the right conditions
If you add yourself to my solution, my chemistry will violently reject you and send my own existence into remission

Sitting around all day drinking without a soul to touch
I've been sitting here spinning and thinking that my last drink was too much
Roaming around the house looking for friends that I can't find
I've been going to and from getting lost in the maze that is my mind
I've been crawling around the floor soaking up all the dirt and grime

Its incredible what you can find when you reach out with closed eyes
And Its astounding what you can start when you touch another's heart
And so amazing are the places you'll see when you take a break from memory
And if you can let your love flow free you'll have everything you'll ever need

I was born with chameleon skin
I can change my colors at a whim
Red, blue, green, and every single shade in between
But my coat does not reflect my parts that go unseen

The feeling rips through me. Crashing waves rush over my entire body sending the current of emotion running through my limbs until it smashes with all its might into the tips of my fingers and toes, causing me to reach out and kick away at the same time. My mind rapidly succumbs to the flooding, as my thoughts boil and drown beneath the toxic mixture that has poured into my head.

Start it off with a few choice words
Make them sweet
Make them hurt
Get the attention you've so long desired
Then cut down the one you once admired
Emotional attack, a verbal assault
Kiss the wounds with a pinch of salt

This hollow island on the eastern coast holds no secrets or suprises. All we have are long beaches, some highways, fishermen and sunrises.

I think I might have broken someones heart, and I don't think I care, but she keeps calling, and it sounds like she's falling apart.

Then when I don't answer I'm left long with winded messages filled with apologies, and the pathetic pattering of her brains attempt to produce and procure the words she thinks will make me see her true worth.

Yes I know you think I hate you, you've said it a thousand times. And im aware you think you're broken, and honestly I agree. You need some help, you've gotta do it for yourself, because I can't ever love you back if you expect me to live in the hole where you fell.

You're the queen of the earth
Pristine person of dirt
I am the king of the sea
Suppose I have thoughts that are salty

I'm waiting outside for you to open up your mind
I don't care if it's cold or if it takes all night
And I'm not even asking for the door
A window is more than enough I'm sure

Let me in, it's not a sin
Or come out so we can begin
I need you to hear what I'm saying
But it's always too loud, the music you're playing

I don't know if you heard a word
I've been saying for seven weeks
I'm still out here and you know it hurts
But I know being stuck inside is so much worse
Won't you step out for some fresh breeze
Before the only way you can leave is in a hearse

I just want to feel
Rain on my face
Cold under my clothes
A hand in mine
Will you feel me
Or can it only
Be a dream

I think silence is worse than suicide, because at least in death there's nothing to hide, its a way to get out of your mind, and leave behind all the problems that plague your life.

I think suicide is better than silence, because at least in death there's something violent, it's a way to let out what's inside, and you may find that the lie is worse than living in your life

I think silence and suicide are one in the same, either way you feel nothing or insane, and either way you hate your brain, and either way the pain will never not feel like shame, and either way you lose the game

I don't feel like floating away today
But my feet refuse to to touch the ground
I need direction, a guide to hold my course
I want a weight to wrap my arms around
Anything at all to hold me down

I ride the line of time in circles around my mind, never finding any more than what I'm leaving behind