All I can dream of is death
I have no goals
I'm failing in life, because I care no more.
Please, when I'm gone, don't cry. Don't miss me.
All I ask is for a few nice words when I'm in the wooden box. And to not try to stop me.
The fight was over before it even started.
Goodbye, I'll see you never

Two bright souls wander in a thick bracken
One a comforting green, one a devoid of life grey color
Both each have their own ideas on where their destiny lay.
Two souls stumble into each other in a meadow
A canvas of green and bright white light encompass the forest floor.
Flowers of every color surround them, weaving throughout the branches of the canopy.
The grey one feels itself drawing closer, but is scared to react in any way that might disturb the other.
It fears spreading the grey to the lively green one, so it drifts away.
The farther it goes, the darker it's light turns
The light one follows at a distance, yet still keeping the grey one in sight.
They meet up again, this time their bond growing stronger.
Three years later the one that once was grey is an almost translucent sheen, the other the most beautiful, full of life light green.
They spend time together as often as possible, but the grey one disappears just as often, each time it returns, the more invisible it became
One day, the grey one came back, but the green couldn't see it anymore. It's became a sickly green color and moved on with it's life.
The grey one always followed, never seen, never heard. Eventually, it went on its own way, yet whenever it saw the other, it would follow the green one until it turned a brighter color. Even when it followed after a royal purpleish colored one and got brighter, the grey one still followed, even though a deep sorrow lingered in it's heart.

Your promises are made to be broken.
Your words, are spoken to be taken back.
How can I trust one with no inner emotion?

Faint brightness shines hundreds of miles away making her feel lonely as she stares out the rain streaked window.
His light, which used to shine so bright to her, grows dimmer as the distance between them grows.
Her heart feels heavy, her limbs grow weak.
She knows not what lies in his heart, let alone her own.
All she wants is to be close to the warmth that used to be a daily part of her life.
As the night grows darker, so does her heart leaving her with an empty spot he used to fill.
She needs to be held, but doesn't want to be touched.
She wants to ask, but her fear of rejection is so strong that she can't even force the question out of her mind into existence.
She needs the light, to breathe, to see clearly, to remind her of who she is. Who she was before the grey. Who she could be, but never will.

The heart scars reopens
Especially when you give your all to someone and you're too blind to see what it is.
Because at fifteen, when someone says they love you and bother to talk to the one hiding behind a curtain of hair,
You feel wanted.
You feel loved.
You feel like you matter.
But you don't, so watch your back.
Careful who you let in before it's too late to run

A bug crawls along the forest floor, searching for companions and a place to belong.
The bug doesn't know where it is going, just that it's lonely.
It goes on day to day, avoiding predators with its unique ability, and avoiding the tallest of obstacles.
It cries out every night and morning for to be heard.
It reaches a mound of dirt granules pilled to form a cool cacoon of simplicity,
Seeing that it was long abandoned, the bug moves on.
One day, a larger bug flies next to it and it cries out to the larger one, without being heard.
The bug realizes that it is non-existent, yet stuck in this place.

I don't know what to do.
I've lost the only reason to live.
Please don't miss me, I won't.
I can't continue the struggle to breathe anymore.
I want to destroy something.
I guess I'll have to do.
I want the pain, no, I need the pain.
It's the only thing I deserve anymore.
I hate myself so much.
So long cruel world.