You say I'm a terrible person
Because I always lie
You say you wish I were dead
But I never cry

You think you can control me
Even against my will
You can't even budge me
For I am always still

I haven't got the time
For you to wave your finger in my ******* face
You won't ever get a reaction
Even if that grimy finger were mace

I never ******* hear you
I always tune you out
So please, just shut the hell up
There's no need to shout

My mind is somewhere else
For I have long left this hell
But still, sometimes I miss you
And I hope you're doing well

You take pills to feel better
They never seem to suffice
A temporary escape from your mind
Sure would be nice

But you're in a place where there is nowhere for you to run
Man, disappearing sure sounds like fun

What do you do when your world never seems to stop?
One moment your manic and feel like you're at the top

Somewhere along the way your world starts to diminish
You feel if your tumbling this hard
You might as well land with a big finish

So you do something you know one day you'll regret
Who cares?
You haven't got the energy to fret

You get release and finally feel free
And that's all that seems to matter
Until the day you realize you've given away your dignity
On a sliver platter

A flower sways upon a rolling hill
Basking in the sun
She has quenched her thirst with the morning dew
And her day has just begun

The flower stands tall and proud of her petals
As they compliment the meadow
When suddenly upon the hill
She sees a dancing shadow

A young child comes frolicing toward her
And upon her petals the child stares
She pulls her face up to the flower's eye
And envelops it within her hairs

The child caresses her nose upon the petals
and takes a giant whiff
The flower fears what could possibly happen
And her stem becomes stiff

The child wraps her hand around the flower's base
And thrusts upward with a pluck
The flower has been free'd from the ground
And is no longer stuck

Her beauty has brought a child happiness
But at what cost?
Taken from her home
The flower is now lost

In the distance the child's mother is calling
And the child beings to sprint towards the voice
The flower slips through the child's fingers
And she leaves it behind by choice

The flower travels with the wind
Gliding through the sky
The sight is so beautiful
Who knew flowers could fly

The gust of wind softens
And she falls back to the grass
She lay there taking it all in
Back home alas

She realizes she has little time
Before her petals wither away
So she lay there basking in the sun
Enjoying her last day

She does not groan or weep
But glances at the leaves on the trees
For a flower without water
Can still feel the breeze