I am a prophet,
An author of my life.
I control all I need to,
And let go of what I don't.

I know you've asked me to write,
Something as beautiful as life,
To convince her to stay,
But I've killed every good day.

I am high if I'm awake,
To cope with what the world takes,
I can't feel the sun anymore,
I can't hear the rains beautiful pour.

The silver lining dulled and died,
My hearts grown cold and angry.
I've tried to write you something sweet,
But I'm afraid it always ends tangy.

I woke up one morning,
And it was all gone.
No thoughts of you crept into my lonely mind,
Just ones and zeroes,
Just a picture,
what's done is done.

What do I want for Christmas?
I don't want.
How much do I love you?
I don't love.
All I want, is for the page to turn,
For my nothing to turn,
Into something.

I know now,  
Life is a series of short stories.
And as bad as I want to write my own,
I hand the pen to my fear and addictions.
Will I be alone?
I'm afraid.
Will I be forgotten?
My oldest fear.
Will life pass me by?
I won't allow it.

I will change,
If not for the best,
For me.
I will be the rain,
And wash away this,
Insecurity.

For all I know,
Is that I dont,
And I am no longer tied down,
By the ideas,
Of is,
And is not.

Color me black and tear my lungs.

I am not sorry for who I am or who I want to be.

Sometimes the only one you need to save is yourself.

It all makes sense with eyes wide shut,
Don't ask too many questions
Or you'll surely be disappointed.

I will get out of bed,
When I am dead.

I feel like I'm kind of, maybe,
Unraveling.
Is it this lack of, sleep?
Sleepless nights hurt my body,
Won't let him heal,
I say him because I'm not sure it's me..

I hear what I see, and think what I am,
Questions overcome, this frame.
I don't know what, it is I am,
Or if I am the same.

Things sound different, and dark,
And cold, does this heart still beat?
And if it does, is it still my own?
For I don't know what's become of me.

"Are you crazy"?
She cried as she saw me on the edge.
"No, and that's why I feel I have no place in this world".

I want to fix all that is broken,
And hold you while you're in need.
**** every harsh word they've spoken,
Bleed so that you won't have to bleed.

I want to follow through with every empty promise.
That I know you still wait to come true.
Because darling I am just being honest,
When I say, I just want to save you.

So when they fight and all seems gray,
Know I am here, any time, any day.

I wouldn't miss it for the world,
But then you were taken from me,
You are the reason I won't give up.

I would ****,
To be the one,
That you go to with your problems.

I would die,
To be the one,
That fixes them.

"That's how the world works"
"That's the way it is"
You're excuses motivate me to change.

I saw you see me, 8:30 AM,
Sitting and waiting, I saw you then,
Now I'm near, you turned away.
Cultured, departed, I'm here to stay.

You are the smoke in my lungs,
Slowly climbing, to my brain,
the only thing, that keeps me sane.

For when the world is ending fast, you show me how to make it last.

Our flesh so close and warm to the touch,
You're so close I can feel you breathe,
Yet we've never been so distant.

No one  is permanently broken.

Time is passing like cars in the city.
I float, overlooking this place I call home.
I think it's funny how I always wanted to run away from here. But now that I'm gone I just wish I was alive again.
I know what I said was inexcusable, and I hope you know I didn't mean a thing.
You've shown me how strong a human being can be, and taught me that there is no stronger truth than love.

I feel for the trees
That must sit and watch
As cars and clouds fly by.

The window shines a painful white  
Burning my retinas slow
The world outside is not my friend.

I couldn't fathom a world without you.

Here
Without your smile or blush my.

Dear
I know things are bad but.

Know
I'll love you forever, no matter where I.

Go

I can hear the pain in the rain as it falls and dies, not knowing if it will give life or ****.

It's hard to be positive,
when all I see,
Are clouds and thunder following me,
I see the beauty within the storm,
It does not cure this feeling torn,
I've checked the linings,
Gold and silver,
I've burned these hands,
The ones that killed her,
I will not beg to be forgiven,
Not claim insanity in which I was driven,
I was a fool that loved too much,
That believed in dreams and date and such,
So don't carve my name in marble or stone,
I don't want to be remembered, when I'm gone.