Can an hourglass be reversed?
Or are we trapped in the disaster adulthood has brought on?
Can life's words be rehearsed?
Or will we never perfect the moments we look on?

Is life supposed to be a heap of regrets?
How are we to cherish the things we bury deep, so deep we digress?

Will you hold me?
Will you pick up your phone at 2 am,
when I call because I am afraid to fall asleep?
Afraid of the terrors that lurk in my dreams,
Will you caress my flaws and find beauty in all the ugly things?
Will you grow with me and learn about all the hidden secrets of the world?
Will you call me your darling?
Will you be mine?
Will you hold me?

I feel no escape from the demons at war in my head,
I feel no escape from night terrors and teary blindness I awake in.
I feel nothing and everything all at once.

I am haunted grief, loneliness and anxiety,
I have watched roses wilt to ashes and ashes fade to nothingness
I have seen the flicker of passion dissipate between two people,
and ignite in other lovers.

I can hear the screams.
The screams that come from my lips as I hold the sharp shards of what was once me.
wounded I desperately try to scream to see if anyone will save me.

Days fade to months of isolation,  
loneliness grasps my soul like a hungry demon
pain throbs in my chest.

So badly do I wish the hourglass could be flipped.
So badly do I wish I could be carefree and childlike once again.
Those times have come and gone
and now it is just me.