This element in life gives me passion.
This element gives me freedom.
This element gives me power.
This element gives me *******.
This element gives me hope.
This element gives me feeling.
This element gives me life.
This element is who I am.

Mom,
It is a different kind of pain
It is a different kind of sadness
It is a different kind of happiness
It is a different kind of excitement
It is a different kind of crying
It is all different than what you think...
I am in more pain then you will ever know. But I will continue to keep saying it until you believe how different I really am.

Glad to have you here tonight
Holding me tight with a knife
stuck in my head filled with fright
You ever have that feeling that you're being watched?
Seeking around every corner waiting to be caught?
I hear those words come out of your mouth.
Slowly.
Softly.
Now your not there
wondering where you are
Looking up at the stars
hoping that you aren't that far
You say,
"I see you, why can't you see me?"
I wish I could have found you that day.
Maybe I wouldn't have been too late
Is it my fault that you had that fate?
Could I have changed it?
Everything is happening so fast..
I start to bleed
arms are getting weak.
Seeing you there makings me wanna stay in the heat
My eyes close as I eat
Only remembering red marks on the wall
all of a sudden..
I'm here to fall.
I wake up and you're still not there
Looking at myself and my hair
Realizing-
You we're never there.
Now,
I'm stuck in a bed
Knowing this isn't fair
Banging my head
until I see a needle an thread.
Now it's all in my head

Decent I say.
Passing time down the line
Making sure you're all mine
You have this scent that makes me wanna die inside
Your world is upside down
Jumping around
making sure you don't pound your head into this sound
It seems to be awkward but very tempted
Your smile is nothing but a fraile flower waiting to bloom
You catch my eye and burn my skin
It makes me want to end
That's why I say
Your more then a dime
more then all is fine
decent I say.
Just like time

Everyday before I wake up. I have dreams. Some are about you. some are about me. But most are about us. But everytime it seems to end before it becomes reality. I fear that this could be a warning sign. But like always, I ignore those signs because I believe in a thing called love. It's no ordinary word in a dictionary. It has a form of material to itself. Some will call it lust. Some will call it... well just love. The point is, we seek this material everyday. I have a bit of a promise I want to keep to you (and only you). That is if you can keep my heart in 2. On a sunny day. Bright skies, birds chirping. Me and you will forever be stuck in a dream.