I have lost something, at some point,
And I fear I will never have it back.
It pains me to think about the past,
For it reminds me of what I lack.

I'm not quite sure how to move forward,
Or how to fix this condition;
It is sad that I have ended up this way,
A disturbing and abysmal rendition.

With knowledge comes power,
Power follows along so close behind.
With knowledge also comes loss,
Innocence is no longer mine.

I fear I have went too far,
I fear there is not much left for me.
I fear I have locked my heart's door,
And let darkness swallow the key.

My goodness peeks through sometimes,
But it is just smothered by disease.
And no matter how hard I try,
It's a sickness I cannot appease.

I wish that God existed,
A merciful, kind deity above,
One that didn't just speak
But act upon the written love.

If that was true, I could find solace,
But God does not exist,
I am finding another way,
Other than religion's devious mist.

Or perhaps that is an overstatement,
For I see no solution.
My morality has bent recently,
Undergoing evil dilution.

I have lost something, at some point,
And I fear I will never have it back.
It pains me to think about the past,
For it reminds me of what I lack.

Humans are fragile creatures,
Swept around by gusts of wind
Like autumn leaves that are brittle.

The gusts are the words of others,
Battering us into submission.

We allow society to torture us,
To decide upon our development,
Like we are the book and
Everyone else is the author.

But I want to be my own author.
Don't you want that as well?
I am not a ******* leaf,
And neither are you.

Have strength, take some from me.
Some days I have little but
Would happily give it to you.

Have strength, it is worth it,
To be your own author.
To shape your own tale,
To live life deliberately.

Our obstacles are no burden,
They revolve around serious issues;
Baby, it is okay to cry,
Here are some tissues.

Every couple fights,
That is very true,
But I promise to be collected
Through and through.

Here are some tissues,
It is okay to cry,
Wipe your face
So your eyes will dry.

Lean on me now and forever,
Here is my shoulder,
Lean on it always,
While our love grows older.

How bold it is;
Cease it shall not,
For love is something
That cannot be taught.

It flourishes on its own;
Then it must be maintained.
However, it is the type
Of thing that could never fade.

Here are some tissues,
It is okay to cry,
Wipe your face,
So your eyes will dry.

The touch of tomorrow,
Is like a stranger to me.
The touch of tomorrow,
It will set me free.

Days of the past have branded me,
Red marks embellish my skin.
The pain manifested inside,
Then bled out through lines so thin.

The touch of tomorrow,
Is like a stranger to me.
The touch of tomorrow,
It will set me free.

Hope springs up each day,
And thus far I have crushed it;
But perhaps it is Hope's time,
And my inner warmth can be re-lit.

The touch of tomorrow,
Is like a stranger to me.
The touch of tomorrow,
It will set me free.

We are just shells of who we used to be,
Or does that condition pertain to only me?

We are empty kids with broken minds,
Oh wait, you all have the normal kinds.

I thought I was like you,
But that seems untrue.

It seemed that we were the same,
Yet you don't even know my name.

To be alone is enjoyable,
To be lonely is deplorable.
I know I am horrible,
It is not curable.

The leaves showered down upon the ground,
A beautiful rivulet accompanied by sad sound.

Crimson leaves that grew too weak to cling to tree,
Leaves that gave up and then flew free.

The tree is you, the leaves, your tears,
Caused by your demons and your fears.

I am here.
I am here.
No more tears.
No more tears.

Everything you touch will die,
Everyone you love will cry.
To be associated with you is pain,
There is nothing to be gained.

To be miserable is to embrace you,
No matter what I try to do.
Self-harm is hidden from your sight,
For you love this awful plight.

One day it will change,
Happiness is within range.
I need to last until that time,
When the exit bell will chime.

I will be gone like those you have lost,
For you have ruined me with frost.
Unlike those who have died,
My departure will be a chosen ride.