Open yours eyes please,
Open them to the new day,
Open yours and see the sun rise,
Let it wash away your nightmares my dear,
Open your eyes and let me take your hands,
Let me help you up,
Open your hands to mine so I can help stand my dear,

Let me take you to all the places you wanted to see,
Open your eyes and see that I will do that for you,
Let me give you all the things that you need,
To surprise you with roses and tickets to Unknow destinations,

Planes to exotic places,
Breakfast in different cites,
Memories scattered over the world,

Open your eyes darling,
Open your hands,
Take my hands and take the first step,
In this adventure,
That we call life.

Sitting here in this prison I built,
cold and lonely, I cry for help
for I lost the only key I had to get out.

I'm trapped.
Trapped within myself.
Unable to see the outside world
no one can hear my screams.
They bounce from wall to wall
echoing through the room.

Haunting me.

Taunting me.

The walls are closing in.
My breath is short. Almost gone.
My mind is free.
Free to lurk in my own dark
finding my demons on the way.

My body's weak from starvation.
My will is broken from the cruelty of it all.
My voice can't produce any sound from all the cries for help unanswered.
I'm destined to die here.

Cold.

Lonely.

Weak.

Forsaken.

No one will miss me.

With my last breath I whisper goodbye to this room which ultimately became
my home.

I'm always in the mood to
be your first everything.

Your lips taste of hope and home.

"Hey Rach, You okay?"
"Rach, you don't look so well..."
"Need a hug?"
"We all miss him..."
"Rach, answer me, please."
"Do you need to talk?"
"Rach... please..."
"You may fight your demons, but at least you won."

All of the things I heard today
and yet I still feel numb.
The sadness is numbing
the pain is numbing
but no matter how many
trips to NASA or sweet kisses
she gives me, I do not think that
I'll ever forget how I feel right now.

I have never felt so much anger
and sadness and rage and guilt
all at once.

I want to throw up and cry and
wish I were dead as well.

But, seeing all of these people who
seem like they care, I guess it would
hurt for them too.

Death seems to affect all of us.
Even to those who never knew
them personally, just the thought
of death brings people to tears.

I guess for me it just makes me
numb now. Numb and sad.
I can't cut because I feel like it
would dishonor his death.
When I cry, I still see him
behind my tears.
I cannot even *blink
without seeing him..

My dreams are dreamless and
my emotions are fading.
It seems harder to breathe now
and the light is barely tolerable.
I want to hide and scream and
cry my way out of this hole I've
sunken back into, but I cannot.

I have too many things going for me.
I just have to keep trying.