if only the days events
were as welcoming
as my blankets
and if only my motivations
were motivating enough
to make me climb out of bed

Everything hurt more than the last
You saying you were done
Or sick of me
Or you hated my guts
Or you saying I'd never be enough
Or the door slamming
Or the fact I'd never prove you wrong

Does a heartbreak
Still sound like glass shattering
Does a broken heart
Still keep ticking
If nobody else is here but me?

To understand fate:
That what will be, was.
What has been, is.
And what you make of it, will.

The rain
Knocks on my window
Begging me to come on out
The clouds
Hang over my soul
Saying that I'm sheltered

I've become used to
Just enjoying the precipitation
While the storm around me
Does what its always done

I love to read
Yet I consider myself
Illiterate
When I try to read
The emotions in your
Face

every ten seconds
feels like a thousand years
every time i laugh
know ive cried a thousand tears

every time i wince
know ive always been in pain
every time the sun pokes out
feels like i worry about rain