The intensity you scream
         is a hard pill to swallow
The density of your brain
         makes you hard to follow
Like wading through a creek,
         your mind's so shallow
Skimming through the mud,
         your thoughts have no flow
Up river without a paddle,
         now you got nowhere to go

This page is for me
On the road to recovery
As i try to live with the memories
Of you and me.

This page is for me
As i take it one day at a time
Till the day i think
I can get over you and me.

But for now
This page is for me
To show you
That all i can truly
Think about
Is you.

Death is funny in a way
Knowing it is coming makes you wanna live
no matter how many times you asked for it
the reality of death
makes you want life

You held my spherical glass world in your hands for five seconds...*
And it was so easy for you to drop it
It shattered before it hit the tightly packed soil
And the glass did not drop
It just got stuck in your gravitational pull.