In this segmentation I am idle
I see the blossoming of the Sun
The regret to change is right in front of my eyes
I recall this trance and it's not a dream
A different place unable to relate a specific time

I see the insanity of my actions
The reason why I am lost
The purpose of my animosity
A  delegation to self loathing
And then I see you

You are a mirror
Gazing into my eyes
With a bubbling caress
You boil my blood
Tightening my chest
Glaring into my shallowness

I gave it all up
Because i'm some ******* fool
And playing coy is simple
You sit next to me
And I have little to say
But the feeling remains

I disapprove of this acceptance
But cannot reject the offer
So I wallow in my jaded destiny
Crying with the sadness of desperation
Accepting every reason why

You gave me what I wanted
And only provoked the taste
I was hungry and you didn't care
Now I feed myself upon the emptiness
And question all of the actions
Only to be conflicted

You sit with the Moon at your back
And I never understood why
But now it's so clear
Because the Sun never bloomed
And a piece of me will always be lost
Just a reminder of who I was

I know it's hard.
Feeling the things you do.
I have those feelings.
As if the world is against you.

It's not sadness.
It's not anguish.
I know it feels hollow.
I know it feels empty.

I relate to how you feel.
And, it's hard to try.
Sometimes you're depressed.
Feeling there is no reason why.

People tell you it's a phase.
People say it will pass.
But you don't belong.
Honestly, it will last.

Sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes you cope.
It's all meaningless.
You'll want to choke.

You are important.
A importance they cannot understand.
There is a uniqueness.
A uniqueness they don't comprehend.

Just because you fall behind.
Just because the weight is on your back.
Doesn't mean you're garbage.
Doesn't mean you're useless.
Quite the opposite.

You are traveling through darkness.
A journey that takes a toll.
The average person won't recognize.
They truly just don't know.

Please don't give up.
Please stay yourself.
Don't let them change you.
Because, they will.

You are the conscious.
The feelings of this world.
Though they delude you.
You have to hang on.

We are born into this mortal coil.
You, and I.
Sharpening rocks,
breaking bone.

Our transgressions are destined.
You carry the cure,
swallowing the sea.
I am the cause,
the bringer of tears.

Architect of this endless cycle.
When you lecture me,
it's with a blank stare.
I don't want to hear it,
I only want you there.

A revelation, just think clearly.
I am not delegated to profane this existence.
I sharpen rocks that break bones.
I have transgressions out of my power.
Purpose is elsewhere, and time the reminder.
You are here beside me.

Underneath a shadow.
Crawling upon sterile cold floors.
Sharply inhaling onerous empty skies.
Eyes bent by a tainted sorrow abyss.

Imbuing the aura.
Asphyxiating the weight.
An arduous defence.
Certain only to crumble.
Who to be blamed?

Cascading the dark.
Observing cosmic strain.
Holistic transmutation.
Solar waves collide.
Night becomes grey.
Day is rebuked.
Alive.

Power.
Restricted from operating.
Stuck with stagnated blood.
These bounds are limited.

Help.
Slumbering upon sheets.
Filled with ruin and decay.
Distractions drifting astray.

Dreams.
Spiraling down.
The past is to stay.
Old faces go away.

Yet we remain.
Broken in time.
Not afraid.
Enslaved.

Sinking into the undertow.
The light at the end is vaguely dim.
Which way to start?
Which way to end?

Awaken with head in the clouds.
Focusing with eyes closed.
Both feet lift off.
Levitate above it all.

Ascending into the cosmos.
Breaking barriers of sound and light.
Ingesting all interstellar tranquility.
Serenity in full flight.

Endorphins react unjustly.
Solar eruptions intercept the vacant mind.
Waves crash and feet touch ground.
Stars align.