Things are different - like I wanted,
But not how I wanted.
I thought if I got away I would be happier,
But by separation I am daunted.

I waited and waited as my anger brewed
Making me into a really mean dude.
Part of me wanted to be angry - and sad
And I regret all of those things I said

Our relationship, what we forged it into, always felt like a roller coaster. Up and down and up and down and up and down. I could only ride so long before I got sick... And not sick of you, but of me. I was so angry, which I know you knew - I was so angry and sad, but I don't exactly know why. I should not have taken it out on you. As the only person that really understood me, you were the last person that I should have taken it out on. That does not mean that at some points I wasn't genuinely mad and upset with you; But there at the end I didn't really know who I was or who I was aspiring to be. I wasn't feeling anything emotionally except for anger and sadness, and that was my problem not yours.

I am sorry again
For the many things I made you go through
My nine lives are running out
And I'm down to my last few.

A single piece of paper,
    Is not a suitable canvas
    For me to write your design.
Do you have a Post-It?

My eyes,
Tired

No tears to fall
No tears to bawl  

My eyes,
drooping

I don't need rest...
And my sight is clear...

My eyes are open,
But there is nothing to see.

My eyes,
Dead.

Nothing to see
Nothing to relish

My eyes are cast on the ground
Searching for what might bring me - anything

looking and looking
Just to look

My eyes are open,
But I don't see anything.

Friend
She hears the quiet whisper of the man paying his respect to lost love
Wiping his eyes
And offering her heart to lend

Caring
Taking him in
Showing love not deserved
But love she was sharing

Weight
was lifted
Singing and dancing!
Sorrow was not his fate

Free
His spirit lifted
And all he can think is...
Thankful enough he can never be
             ...
Thank you