Confused,

     You told me you loved me
      You told me you cared
       But you're not here
      Nobody's there to help my soul
      Heal from all the pain that haunts
     Me like a ghost,
         All I have is a bunch of questions,
         questions with no answers...



                       Or do I ?

When you don't love me anymore, put the gun to my temple and pull the trigger.

And if you ever loved me at all, shoot yourself next.

All I can think of is us holding hands, a gun in each free one, and my tarot cards scattered all around us.

You died, and I'm still here.

I wonder if you're judging every breath I take as breaking our promise.

You always say you want me to leave
and that you don't want to hurt me
that you don't want to bring me down
because your falling

What you don't understand is
that i wont fall
I have a strong foundation in God
strong enough to hold the both of us
and you wouldn't be falling
if you stopped jumping off

Stop pretending your not happy
stop pretending you don't feel joy
you can feel
but you wont admit its real
you cant admit your getting better
your pain comforted you like a wool sweater
but there is something better
something that doesn't make you lie
something that will be with you all the time
something that is right there waiting for you to open your eyes
you would see if you tried

but you have to choose to stand with me
neither me or God can make you believe
make you see
there is still good in you
you have a home
but you have to open your eyes
and see on your own

I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."

I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.

Hope was the burning fire
that kept her alive on the dark lonely nights
on a island named depression

Then a gust of Hate
blew her fire out

and when her fire went out
she saw an escape off the island
called suicide

Thrown on a map by a force I don't know
with a body that's able
and my head's not too slow
Did He do it on purpose?
is he even a He?
Am I crazy to question the origin of Me?
I sense something bigger than my hands could ever hold
something strong and powerful
and often very cold
Maybe "God" is the word
But I'm not quite so certain
Don't pay attention to the man behind the curtain