What's wrong with a little cold?
I really enjoy it
But then again,
I'm strange, I've been told

So yes, winter is great
It's like my safe haven
Christmas, cold, snow...
There is absolutely nothing to hate

But then there are the people
The people who hate winter
They cry and complain and carry on
As if they're a child who has a splinter

There are enough warm days
Yet so little cold
Why can't there be more?
Yes, I'm strange. I've been told.

The chipmunks scatter
As you walk through the leaves
And you hear the buzz
Of the gentle breeze

Fall was dying
And winter was birthing
And the bipolar weather
T’was swerving

One day it’s warm
And the other it’s cold
It was beginning to be enough
It was beginning to be old

But you can’t do anything about it
Because this is nature
And you’re just a citizen
In a world of legislature

The leaves fall slowly
And you stifle a cry as they hit the ground
Everyone ignored you
They saw you, but didn’t care
And so you’re stuck listening to the background sound

Why must this happen?
The unbreakable feeling of loneliness
Torturing you
Couldn’t you be happy?
If not forever, only once?

Maybe you’re not meant to be happy
Maybe God cursed you
He made you depressed
He made you have anxiety
Look at what he put you through

But you love him
All the same
Because he gave you life
And even though it’s bad
Compared to others, it’s tame

You buy the medicine
The pills
But as they’re finally in your hand
Everything stills

It starts to get the better of you
So you search the net
Nervous of what you’ll find
Hoping that there isn’t a threat

But sadly, you stumble
Upon a website full
Seizures, suicidal thoughts, etc.
And immediately felt a pull

You decide to not take them
That you were okay
You didn’t need them
And could last another day

Now, the medicine that you got
To ease your anxiety
Was now creating
A greater variety

We all want to be perfect
But is perfection even real?
And if it is,
what's the big deal?

Why should we be perfect?
Why would we want to?
Just so we could feel good?
Oh, if only you knew

Being perfect isn't necessarily good
In fact, it's the worst
People think of it as a blessing
But little do they know, it's a curse

Perfection costs
Want to be skinny? Skip a meal
Want to be happy? Take a pill
It doesn't matter anymore if you're real

So what's the big deal with perfection?
Why would you want to be something you're not?
Because perfection doesn't exist
But that's just a thought

You are my sunshine
Yet also my rain
How can someone so beautiful
Bring such pain?

You’re always there
In the back of my mind
It’s like you’re a part of me
You must’ve become entwined

I want you to leave
Just go away
I need to be alone
Fore my mind is astray

But even though you’re gone
I still have those awful things
Known as memories
Please, God give me wings

I want to fly away
Away from these thoughts
Save me from them
Fore there are lots

But that is foolish
There is nothing I can do
I’m just left with the thoughts
The thoughts of you

Tormenting sadness
Will it ever go away?
What can I do
To keep it at bay?

Is there a solution
To this never-ending problem?
Or will I forever be tucked away
Never going to blossom?

Please tell me
I need to know
Should I keep fighting
Or just let it go?

It follows me
Wherever I walk
And mimics me
Whenever I talk

It molds itself into me
An actor of myself
While I’m in the background
Like a book on a shelf

Maybe I should quit
Forever end this horrible game
And be at rest
With no one but myself to blame

I close my eyes
And take a deep breath
Finally, away I go
Into a place called death