The days seem shorter now,
Darkness growing as the light fades away,
I barely notice,
Keeping the curtains shut,
Isolating myself in darkness,
Letting the outside be forgotten,
My bed has become my friend,
As more and more people leave my side,
Their reasons unknown,
But I just feel alone,
Depression and anxiety go hand in hand,
A feeling of mortality has washed over,
Losing someone I thought to be immortal,
Lost in time,
When will that feeling end,
I open the curtains for a second,
Only to see I've missed the light,
It fades away,
The darkness enters,
I close the curtains again,
Headphones,
Darkness,
I'm done...

It's happening again...
Slowly, but I can see it, I can feel it,
Finding people who seem like friends,
And then being shut out,
Backs are turned,
Plans are made,
Your opinion not wanted,
Your choice not needed,
They don't even notice,
They don't really care,
Cause they're having fun,
Laughing with each other,
While you walk behind,
Looking alone...
But you're used to it...
Because it's happened before...
And now it's happening again...
Slowly, but I can see it, I can feel it...

I dreamt of being a super hero when I was young,
Flying around in the sky,
Defeating the bad guys,
Saving people that needed help,
But all childhood dreams come to an end,
And eventually we need to grow up,
Now I dream of ending it all,
Just closing my eyes and letting myself fall into the abyss,
Because now I'm the one that needs help,
Because I can't pick myself up off the ground,
I'm the one that needs saving,
Oh, how times have changed. . .

Silent tears I'm crying,
A thing that nobody will see,
Even if they do,
They will soon forget me,
I'm never ever good enough,
I'm always second best,
Constantly having life put me to the test,
Im trying to stay strong,
While still living in the dark,
But one day I'll leave all the pain behind me,
And I will make my mark. . .

If only you could see the damage you're doing to me,
The heartache that comes with each text,
The tears that flood my eyes when I hear your name,
The pain when I see your face,
I wish you could see the damage you're doing to me,
Maybe then you'll understand,
I love you,
But it isn't fair,
The damage you're doing to me. . .

My eyes cry rivers,
My pillow is stained wet with tears,
My mind is bullied with negative thoughts,
And my heart aches for what used to be,
All I ask is,
When does the pain stop?

Have you ever cared about someone so much that it hurts?
Like you can feel their pain,
But you don't know what to do,
Still want to help in anyway you can,
So you ask if they're okay,
Even though you know the answer might be a lie,
All you want is for them to be happy,
And you hope that one day it'll work out for them,
Because they deserve it,
Even if they don't always think so. . .

This is my good dream gone bad,
It starts off with the two of us,
We're as happy as happy could be,
Just us against the world,
Confiding in each other with our problems,
Making each other feel safe,
Then it all suddenly changes,
Suddenly we're not as happy as happy could be,
Suddenly there is no us against the world,
Just you and just me,
Suddenly we're keeping our problems to ourselves,
And we start to feel a little less safe,
I wake up and begin to realise,
My good dream gone bad is my reality,
Knowing you is my dream turned nightmare...

The petals are happiness and love,
Full of character and showing the flowers true beauty,
The pistil is stress,
Only avoided by the happiness and love  surrounding it,
The stem is confidence,
Giving the flower it's ambition and it's strength to keep standing tall,
The leaf is anger,
Easy to break and hard to control,
And at the bottom there are the roots,
The roots are all the feelings that the flower keeps hidden,
Jealousy, loneliness and others,
But unless the flower is dug up,
These feelings stay underground,
Where they remain untouched by the light,
In the dark forever. . .

Blow out the candles,
Make a wish...

I wish that people would understand,
Understand each other,
Understand themselves,
Understand right from wrong,
Understand each others beliefs,  
Understand that for a lot of others life isn't perfect,
For at least one day,
I wish that people would understand...

Tick tock,
Tick tock,
See the hands go round,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
Slowly,
Quickly,
Time goes on,
As it does,
Continue to watch,
Time pass by,
Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Tick tock,
    Tick tock. . .

It's not the winning,
It's the taking part that counts,
Although once you take part,
You want to win,
You want to be first,
However,
Someone always beats you,
You're second place yet again,
To that same person,
So yes,
Winning isn't everything,
But sometimes,
Losing hurts...

I'm lost in my life,
I'm lost in my thoughts,
Looking at people to give me directions,
Trying to find a sign,
Trying to find a way,
Left,
Right,
North,
South,
Up,
Down,
East,
West,
Each way is the same,
But each way just seems like a wrong path,
A path someone else has lead me down,
A path that I didn't choose,
What am I doing?
Why am I asking for help that isn't helpful?
They only tell me the same thing over and over,
I try and take charge of my path,
But I just end up confused,
And then I ask for help again,
It's like I'm going in a circle,
Round and round,
Which way should I go?
There's so many choices,
None seem right,
But I refuse to give up,
I won't throw myself under the bus,
I'm going to find my way,
Regardless of what I have to go through,
Because I know that I have what it takes,
I have what it takes to find my path,
Even if I do get lost along the way,
Eventually it will be clear,
And it will be worth it...

Hold your head high,
Reach for the sky,
You're on your way,
There's nothing you can't do,
When you believe in you,
You're on your way,
Keep going,
The talent you have is showing,
Listen to me,
You're on your way...

Home alone in silence,
Then a noise from the door,
Knock Knock...
I won't answer,
There's nobody there,
Knock Knock...
I know it's just in my mind,
Knock Knock...
Maybe there is somebody,
Knock Knock...
I'll just go and see,
Something's calling me,
It wants me to open the door,
A final Knock...
I know who it is,
The door opens,
Nothing,
But something...
The demon that has consumed many,
The thing that nobody can see,
Because nobody is around to see it,
As I stand there,
Eyes now shut,
The demons mouth opens...
In silence once again,
Eyes slowly opening,
Darkness...
I shouldn't have opened the door,
My desire for company was too strong,
And now I've been absorbed,
Devoured by loneliness...

It gets lonely sometimes,
Nobody answers when you text,
You don't have the confidence to talk to anyone new,
It isolates you,
Cuts you off from the world,
A world you can still see,
A world you still live in,
But somehow, a world you don't feel part of,
Stuck inside wondering,
Just wondering why,
Why the world has cut you off?
Why you've cut off the world?
On your own,
Just wondering,
Isolated,
Isolated from the world,
Isolated from life...

Is anyone there?
Please answer my call...
I need some guidance...
I need to be reminded...
I need to know that I'm not alone...

Is anyone there?
Please answer my call...
I need reassurance...
I need to be reminded...
I need to know that I'm not alone...

Is anyone there?
Please answer my call...
I need to hear a voice...
I need to be reminded...
I need to know that I'm not alone...

Is anyone there?
Please answer my call...
Anyone, anyone at all?

Why do you act different?
Why do you say you care about me?
But then leave when I need you,
Do you only care about me when you're bored?
It's obvious,
I don't know why I'm asking,
Maybe I ask because there's still a chance,
Still a chance that you do really care,
But I know it's hopeless...

Some people are like pencils. . .
On the outside everything's fine. . .
But when we look inside they're broken. . .
Just like the led in some pencils. . .

Family. . .
The one thing in life that means either everything or nothing. . .
The one thing in life that you have or don't have. . .
They can make your life heaven. . .
They can make your life hell. . .
But if they're there. . .
They'll be there forever. . .

The tune. . .
The pitch. . .
The melody. . .
Some people love it. . .
Some people hate it. . .
It can show feeling. . .
It can show nothing. . .
It can bring people together. . .
It can drive people apart. . .
This thing has power. . .
This thing is music. . .

People change. . .
They can change for the better. . .
They can change for the worst. . .
But my friend is lucky. . .
He's changed for the better. . .
His past has been forgiven. . .
Although it can't be forgotten. . .
Some people aren't that lucky. . .
Sometimes the changes never come. .

How could you do this?
I told you about it all,
Everything that had happened,
but you still went and did it,
Why did you do this?
I thought I could trust you,
I thought we were friends,
but you still went and did it,
Was I wrong to trust you?
It doesn't matter,
You still betrayed me. . .

Cry me a river,
Cause my tears are all gone,
There's nothing left inside,
And the outside's made of stone,
Although you try to break me,
I won't break,
But piece by piece I'll crack,
I'll erode away...

Imagination can be a beautiful thing...
An ugly thing...
Imagination can be a safe thing...
A dangerous thing...
Imagination can be a comforting thing...
A scary thing...
Imagination depends on the person...

I'm not afraid of failing...
Nobody else is either...
It's the disappointment...
The negative emotions we bring on ourselves and others we're afraid of...
People can say they don't care...
But failure gets to everyone...
And some failures stick with you forever...

When it's dark and there's nobody around...
Look for the light...
Because that's where a shadow can be found...

The first goodbye should always be easy...
The second should be the same...
As time goes on the goodbyes get harder...
You just want a little longer...
But things get in the way...
Now this goodbye is the only one left...
Goodbye...

It's not fair, is it?
Being punished, when you've done nothing wrong,
But it happens,
It's not fair, is it?
Trying to stand up for your friend, then getting pushed down again,
But it happens,
It's not fair, is it?
Waiting for something, then not being able to go when it comes,
But it happens,
It's not fair, is it?
When you know you have a shoulder to cry on, but they're not around,
But it happens,
It's not fair, is it?
Knowing you could of done something, if you had only gone somewhere,
But it happens,
It's not fair, is it?
When you do something, then someone else takes the credit,
But it happens,
It's not fair, is it?
If you know something isn't fair, however nothing can be said,
But it happens,
It's not fair, is it?
Reading through this poem, only to find it ends with a question,
It's just not fair, is it?

I'm not pretty,
I'm not smart,
I'm not strong,
I'm not talented,
I can't do anything right,
I am nothing...
Stop...
You are pretty,
You are smart,
You are strong,
You are talented,
You can do things right,
You are something...
Because you are you...

You let people go because you love them...
But you have to understand...
Sometimes, they won't come back...

We wear a mask...
We get judged...
We be ourselves...
We get judged...
Lesson learned...
We can't win...

This is what you hear inside,
The voice that says "run and hide",
This is the sound like booming thunder,
The thing that pushes happiness under,
This is what keeps you locked away,
The isolation that causes dismay,
This is the sound of a lions roar,
The type of thing you can't ignore,
This is what forces the tears,
The thing that shows your inner fears,
This is the sound like a howling wolf pack,
The things you've said you can't take back,
This is what makes you worry,
The apology to come, "sorry",
This is the sound of a regretful voice,
The words said, but not produced by choice,
This is the thing that ends a friendship,
The same thing that can begin a hardship,
This is the unwanted emotion,
The one that causes all the commotion,
This is anger...

You all argue...
Shouting, each voice trying to overpower the other...
In the end, nobody gets heard...

One heart, with two sides...
One forgiving and kind...
One craving revenge and filled with hate...
Both broken...

Passion

Original

Emotion

Thought

Rhythm

You

People say "you don't know what you have until it's gone"...
If nothing goes, you had nothing...