I will be there for you.
Through the pain and through the joy
I will lift you up and carry you when all you want to do is give up and lay on the floor.
I'll take all your cares says He, but then so will I.
I promise I'll be there to take all the shame, guilt, hurt and the bad things people have said to hurt you away.
Let me help you, help you not to hurt anymore.
Teach me what you need so that I can be there for you
Stay strong.
We believe in you to do anything you put your mind to.
I am yours and you are mine.
Today, tomorrow, forever.

Ah, the poets over thinking,
The artists over imagination.
Both go hand in hand for the destruction of all the suicides you see on the news.
We dream up a world of our design, and then when something doesn't happen, we crumpled to the floor, as lifeless as the paper we use.
These things can be good, but like everything, too much is bad.
We hope,
We dream,
We try to pick up the dust of our hearts, the only thing remaining after all hope has been lost.
How did hope begin?
What happened to make someone hope for a better future?
What a waste of time.
It gets you no where and leaves you stranded and trapped in a prison of your own design.
You made your cell, now rot in it.

I hate the world for letting me down when I can barely stand
The demoralizing things they say behind other people's back, thinking only of themselves.
But most of all, I hate hope.
Because it never holds out.
There's nothing I won't do, but nothing they will do.
Don't tell me something if it's going to be a cruel lie in the morning.
I see now. It's not the night that represents the bad, but rather the day.
They wake during the day.
Leave me and my broken heart alone if you aren't going to keep your word, for without it, what is the point of trust?

No, I will not cry.
Not tonight,
The world has been cursed with my tears long enough.
They stopped asking if I was alright.
That doesn't mean I am.
Tonight I will not cry because I hold on to the naive hope that I am not alone.
By the morning, I will be more alone than ever.
I'm fine.
I will not cry.
I will not cry
i will not cry...

I hate this day for the pitiful meaning it stands for.
I'd rather be burned as a witch than have someone look at me with love in their eyes this day.
It is a day of bleak desolation
Nothing more.
All the anger and hate inside swells to twice its size leaving no trace of happiness and joy whatever that is.
Leave me alone, or face the demon.

This is why I trust no one. Because everyone leaves, and they never look back.
Or they're around when it's convenient for them.
I'm taking charge, you treat me how you want to be treated, I'm done being pushed down and stuck in the middle of everyone's ****.
And I'm.done.

It feels wrong, as if I'm enslaving you when I ask.
The humble slave, struggling for freedom, lost in his mind, wanting to escape
I know already that I'm unimportant
But I've asked so much of you.
The cruel prison to an innocent man
I won't ask again.
Just know that maybe, just maybe I could...
Never mind, I'll return to my trench. At least I have The Grey for company