If it's important to you, I'll do it.
Fine, I'll be your little puppet.
Say yes when I really mean no,
And go wherever you want me to go.

Words so empty they're spilling out.
Foggy like the stormy clouds.
Heart a sure test of torture.
Constant like waves on a shore.

Pain etched into my bones.
A dull emptiness in my chest.
A tight knot in my throat.

Hopelessness bleeding from my eyes.
Clawing at my mind.
Scratching at my skin.

Butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Making me sick.
Stopping my breath.

Your issues don't push me away, they only make me numb.
Writing poems you'll never see.
Wondering if you remember me.

Heartache is worse than heartbreak sometimes.
For I wish I had your answer.

The knives that struck my body,
I don't feel the pain anymore.
But the marks still paint my skin,
To remind me what I rise for.

To show the strength I have,
That I healed myself alone.
That I fought through the great pain.
And my broken skin, I've sewn.

But the scars will stay forever.
So I know I fought the war.
And battles keep on coming,
To remind me what I rise for.

Goodnight Sun, you left so soon.
Goodnight Stars, and Goodnight Moon.
I close my eyes and drift away,
Into slumber's sweet embrace.

When I love, I love hard.
For years and years.
Full of false hope,
And full of tears.
I get attached,
Maybe obsessed.
I lose my mind,
I get distressed.
And I doubt,
You feel the same.
I don't even know,
If you remember my name.
Since we've met, seven.
Since we've spoke, two.
I'm so sorry my love
Happens to be you.

I sit under this crooked tree,
The branches twisted crookedly.
And while I stare up at the pure white sky,
I ponder over love and life.

So as I sit under this crooked tree,
The limbs all bare, a shape strange as can be,
I wonder if it's all a lie.
For surely it can't look like this when I die.