I never liked red,
But I liked him,
and he liked red.

So I fell in love with the colour.
I fell in love with him.
But he fell in love,
with someone else.

So now I lay in a pool of red.
Now he loves me.

Pills are a funny concept,
“Eat these and you’ll be socially inept!”
Yet as a dive into the night sky,
My imagination began to intensify.
They were my hope,  my resolution,
Inside my empty pit of corruption.

So 1, 2, 3, they were gone
A tear rolled down my cheek as I realised what I embarked on.
I began to shiver and shake the pain away,
My mother walked in as I lay, grey
“Wake up, Wake up” she whispers,
Her words were like feverish blisters,
And as she looked down me,
Head to waist,

She screeched “please don’t take my baby away”

You told me you needed space,
So I wanted to give you the entire galaxy,
With all its shining moon and stars.

You needed to cry a river,
But I wished I could supply you with the ocean.

You were broken glass but,
I was ready to ruin my hands,
Trying to put you back together.
You're everything to me,
All the bruises and the cracks.

I know you can't see that,
And your heart hurts.
I know you think i'm ready to,
throw you into the dirt.

But I want to take you soaring,
Above the clouds.
I want to take your tears and,
Paint a masterpiece,
That's as beautiful as you are.

I want to kiss your bruises  and scars,
and tell you you're perfect,
As far as my eyes can see,
Because you light up the stars.

You said you needed space,
So I want to give you,
Every single planet in the universe.

You're Drowning.
You try to breathe,
Your lungs fill with water,
it burns.
It's like the burn you feel,
When you take that first shower,
While your wounds are exposed.

You're Drowning.
You know how to swim,
Your'e a good swimmer.
Why aren't you swimming?
You have been swimming for so long,
That you have forgotten how to float.
You haven't felt that first breath,
before drowning for so long,
You have forgotten the feeling,
Of pure aliveness that comes with it.

Your'e drowning.
But the thing is,
You don't want to swim anymore.
What's the point of swimming,
When you can't breathe?
When there is no land in sight,
When you have forgotten how to float?

You are drowning...

Maybe the meaning of life,
is to give life meaning,
Meaning that the "meaning" ,
we're searching for is Life.
And so "searching" for life's meaning ,
is meaningless,
Meaning this life,
is all the meaning we'll ever need,
To live a meaningful life.