TAKE CHANCES
TAKE THAT ANXIETY IN YOUR GUT AND LIGHT IT ON FIRE
AND USE THAT FIRE
USE IT TO SAY ***** YOU TO THE PEOPLE WHO DESERVE IT
AND I LOVE YOU TO THE PEOPLE THAT DESERVE IT

BE COURAGEOUS
IF YOU DON'T WANT TO JUMP OFF LEDGES AND START A REVOLUTION
START A REVOLUTION INSIDE YOURSELF THAT YOU NEED TO FIGHT FOR

WORK FOR NOBODY BUT THE PASSION THAT KEEPS YOU BREATHING
OH
AND IDENTIFY THAT PASSION THAT KEEPS YOU BREATHING
LET IT BE THE DOOR YOU BUST OPEN LIKE YOU OPEN YOUR HEART
AND FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE OPEN YOUR HEART
BECAUSE WHEN YOU REALIZE NOBODY IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THAT DOOR YOU'RE GOING TO NEED A KEY
THAT KEY IS YOUR HEART
THE DOOR OPENS WHEN YOU DO

YOU DO YOU
YOU BE WHOEVER YOU NEED TO BE WHENEVER YOU NEED TO BE IT
IF YOU WANT TO BE MORE HONEST
DON'T WAIT FOR THE RIGHT OPPORTUNITY TO COME CLEAN
DO IT NOW
IF YOU WANT TO SWITCH POLITICAL PARTIES
DON'T WAIT UNTIL THE RALLY IS OVER
DO IT NOW
IF YOU WANT TO PRAY TO GOD FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE YOU WERE A CHILD
DON'T WAIT TIL SUNDAY
DO IT NOW

START OVER
OR CONTINUE
WRITE NEW SONGS
OR SING OLD ONES
TAKE CHANCES

THERE COULD BE A LIST OF A MILLION THINGS THAT WILL HOLD YOU BACK
LIFE'S TOO SHORT TO BE ON THAT LIST
TAKE CHANCES

This is for the birds who take their time leaving cages
Who use all the strength in their brains to take them places
Who use all the strength in their beaks to cry out on their stages
And declare peace on the birds on the rescue mission to save them

This is for the birds who work alone
Who type alone on their computers
Give their life to social media users
But are still strangers to the ones who live at home

This is for the birds who shed a tear
When that anniversary comes around each year
Whether it be the last bottle you downed or the last blood stained floor you cleared
The last blood stained soul, in the mirror you feared
Even when all the birds around you ceased to cheer

This is for the birds whose nest was burned down to the ground
By the father who let a political party take him down
But still sits and waits quietly til the coast is clear
But still sits and waits in the fire while the rescue birds are here

And maybe does it burn
But maybe that’s how birds learn
By waiting for the coast to be clear
By being taught when to burn
And it pains me to say but
It’s pain that saves us when the soft and cushy world fails to give us what we’ve earned
The exposition of the truth
The key to the freedom birds so often chase after

But this is for the birds who take their time leaving cages
Who use all the weakness in their hearts to imagine places
Who would rather stay in than be alive on a stage
It’s really clear

That maybe what you wanted was a little bit of control
Because the nest burned down and you thought
“What would happen if I go?”
But the time to find out is right now
Right here

I met a superhero once
He was actually a dunce
He tripped over all his words
When he’d talk to me for once
He was paranoid, insecure, always looking over his shoulder
At first glance, you’d think he was agitated bolder
But even though I didn’t understand what he was going through
I stayed with him, to be a friend
What else was I going to do
And after being with him frequently I finally understand
He was distant because the entire world was in his hands
His only job is to save it twice a day
He could never take off his disguise
He’s a fragile state of mind depressed and anxious, with a side of fries
And every time he flew away It’d make me want to cry
Because nobody knows superman without the shiny cape
And I know the person who’s just begging to escape
I know the heart of glass
Now in the ash because he dropped it in a flash
But superman's kryptonite might actually be his past
Don’t laugh
I told him there was only one thing he could do
Because I once was a superhero
And maybe you were too
The pain in his eyes was too much for him to hide
I showed him the pieces of the heart that he dropped in the sky
And surely he started to cry
A superhero is strong and mighty
Something everyone wants to be
But sometimes the strongest superheroes
Are the ones we do not see
Sometimes superheroes are depression with a cape
And to save the world we live in
Superman has to take a break

How dare you tell me that he doesn't need to change
How dare you teach your children that this is ok
How dare you bring silence into the room
And pretend you don't know exactly what to do

How dare you be surprised when we stand up for whats right
how dare you try to silence us and tell us not to fight
how dare you be just as bad as he is
how dare you

I am a mystery
A complete and udder mess that takes time away from getting "perfect"
I am pure of heart
if I can find it
I am the dead of night that makes you appreciate the daylight
I am fright
I strike fear into the people who think normal is a good thing
And if one day lighting decides to strike me
I am the art that it leaves in the grass
I am a match that will never burn out
And some may say
That I'm​ crazy

i stuck around for a while
but nothing keeps me...

i'm fine
my depression has stabbed my heart and wreaked havic on my spine
but surprisingly i'm the best i've ever been
i'm in the dangrous zone of
"who would want this"
and
"who would want to leave this"
and i'm fine
you can be happy and depressed
right?
you can be proud of your life and wanna die?
i've discovered the light at the end of the tunnel is a train
but believe me
i'm fine

i study at the university of life and major in depression and anxiety

i'm done with you and all your ****
most people wouldn't live through your ****
but i did
i stayed because of what you "lead" me to believe
and i left when i was done
and you knew i would leave
spread your rumours
frankly i don't ******* care
believe i'm an abusive *****
nothing you do is worth my time
whoever believes you is not worth my time
so take your selective memory and stick it up your ***
at least (in public) you're doing it with class
goodbye
forever
you don't exist in my world
you're the shadow of the person next to you
the imaginary friend that i'm forced to talk to
and as far as our never existing friendship goes
it was a lie since the first day you thought we had something in common
so finally
for the last ******* time
goodbye

i don't know where to put you

your hands just under reach my skin
i'm not considered a victim
my bruises are on the inside
and the fault goes to me
i'm not abused

but yet

the thought of even adressing you makes me sad
"the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i ever had"
that line meant nothing until my sleep brought to my attention
my dad
i peel at my sanity
no more than a locked room
your words push me down the stairs
because they never speak the truth
especially when they force out the words *"i love you"

my emotions are confused
my emotions are unused
my emotions are scared to death of his
**emotional abuse

to the woman who saw right past my depression
thank you
you stopped me from doing something horrible to myself
to the woman who saw right past my depression
i hope you take your own advice and love yourself as much as it looks like you do
you’re the only cloud in my rainy sky who actually meant to strike thunder
your poured your heart out to me for a few minutes
and you’re probably my only meaningful memory
my life is a blur
my eyes clouded with tears
but when you said sad
you actually meant depression
and to the woman who saw right past my depression
i’m sorry
that my progress is non existent
that i was truly listening to a story i would never be in
i’m sorry that you think i’ll actually get better from this
that i didn’t express my feelings the way i was supposed to
in that moment
i swear i wish i had cried
because you’d probably say something
that would make me feel alive
instead of dead inside
because you and i both know
i was already triggered
i was swept into a ditch of lovely conversation and it reminded me how nobody listened
the only person who listen to me never heard me speak before
and that was you
you saw my eyes instead of my words
saw the plants
and not my world
so for the woman who saw right through my depression
saw the emotions i hid from the world
i hope someone does the same for you
because i know happiness can be a brick wall

i’m younger than you’d ever guess
yet i feel older than time
my head is kicked around like a soccar ball
but trust me, i feel fine.
my parents used to abuse me physically but i didn’t mind
because the worst pain was emotional
ask the doctor who doesn’t know i’m dying
because depression is just a phrase people use to pass as hip
but when someone says it on a serious note you make like their hope
and dip
but me,
i’ve been seeing this since i was four years old
never could express my blessings because they were wrapped in the cold
but i’m fine
i still purge every once in a while
but i’m sharing
some thay counts for something
right?
i guess i’m growing,
i’m not a poet
but i occasionally rhyme
i’m not a sharer
but i guess this right here proves that statement to be a lie

maybe i was right
maybe i was wrong
but i now have a new found passion
now that you're gone

i'm already dead
*suicide is just a formality

somebody told me to reach for the stars
so i took them out of the sky and hid them in my broken heart
somebody told me that time heals all wounds
so all be waiting right here until i can finally be rid of these cuts and bruises

how did i fall down?
why can’t i cry out?
when did my life become a cave and why can’t i get out?
there are so many things
nobody ever told me
and when i found out i was already trapped
only the truth can change that.
this is the truth that happens when we talk about it
it’s the truth that happens when we’re not afraid
it’s that truth that never ever reached the surface
but look at us now

i wish somebody told me
that life can’t be easy
and when it is
it destroys the happiness that comes freely
i wish that somebody told me
that depression is empty
because when i wasn’t sad
i thought i was crazy
because the truth isn’t common
that's why i never knew the struggles that were coming

I don't want you to miss me
I never wanted you to want me
In fact
I hope you're ten times the person you were with me

*without me

perhaps we'll meet again
when we're better for each other

i sometimes ask myself

how shall i remember you?

is there any specific way that would do justice to your

memory

the hole you left in me

the hole you took from me 
that i’m getting back ever day

or at least thats what i tell myself

but in all this chaotic

dramatic

problematic

bundle of memories

how shall i remember you?

i could remember you as my best friend in the world

because you were

but we both know 
that wasn’t the whole story

i could remember you as the person

who took the light out of their eyes 

because they thought i might be
afraid of the dark
*
because you did

i could remember you as the person who harassed me

made multiple accounts on social media to distract me

when i started to catch on

because you did

i could remember you as the person who once

offered to teach me how to cut

because you did

i could remember you as the person 
who was
always looking for a way to take the stars out of the sky

because you were

i could also remember you as the person 
who
thought you were entitled to my heart mind and soul

because you did

or i could remember you as my best friend

who shared their every thought with me

who only dreamed that i would succeed

because you did

*but thats not the full story

i took the time to look inside myself and say
"what's missing?"
i dreaded this question for so long
only to find out it was a trick question

it wasn't what was missing
it was what was there
like placing a doll in quick sand
and watching it sink there
you sank inside my spirit
creating a hole

only without you
can i be whole

I wish I was sorry
I wish I cared
But when you've broken somebody
Gotta leave the pieces there

Let them carry themselves back up
To mend the pieces together
Give them time and space to heal
But know they'll be wounded forever
Like me

i used to be an open book. Everybody saw my horrible handwriting. My story was no secret, and it was no secret where i was going. I was an energetic kid, i told myself everyday how awesome i was, and i got happier and happier by the minute.

*It’s funny how i don’t remember these days. My childhood is a mere mystery, waiting to be solved. i don’t remember anything before i closed the book. i’m no longer open for reading…

i made love to the idea of leaving my footprint on the world
without looking into the idea of my foot getting caught in quick sand
getting lost in dance for a while
but i could never dance the urges off of me
unsee the things i had to see
the insecurities spewed out into my toilet
it took me a while to realize bulimia is almost always metaphorical
and for a while it became a necessity

i forgot how to fix these things inside of me
my rather apathetic way of getting threw things
and after a while
my father's anger
got the best of me
there's this numbness in my chest
i can no longer think
i can't think knowing the secrets of my family
i can't think putting all their mistakes on me
i can't think knowing my parents rejected my hurting
and i can't eat
i can't eat with all these pains building up
inside me

i made love to the idea of leaving my footprint on the world
but i left a footprint on my soul instead
right now i'm barely beautiful
my urges leave me dead

a family is as strong as the disciplining hand of their parents. don’t coddle your children.

a family is as weak as the desciplining hand of their parents. **don’t abuse your children.