My whole life, I’ve felt like I’m living a life that isn’t mine,
Following a script I didn’t write, wasting away with time.

I never imagined a future, I just live day to day.
Am I a puppet, playing a part, until I decay?

I don’t remember who I was before melancholy caught me;
It seems to be all I know, all I feel, all I think, all I see.

Maybe this is my purpose, to endure these thoughts with persistence.
I exist so you don’t feel alone…
How unfortunate my existence.

Rain is pouring,
Ive never liked the rain.
It ruins beautiful days,
Leaving its gloomy stain.

I’ve never liked the rain,
It pulls me into bed.
The rain drowns it all out,
And I end up trapped in my head.

I’ve never liked the rain,
And the way it makes me feel.
How could I like something so pitiful,
I’ll never see its appeal.

I’ve never liked the rain,
Writing this poem, I now see.
I’ve never liked the rain,
Because rain is like me.

Love should not hurt.
It should not feel like drowning—
drowning in you.
Love should not hurt.
I should not apologize for crying,
when you’re the reason why.

Love should not hurt.
It should not feel like being torn apart,
by the one who is meant to make me whole.
Love should not hurt.

But it does.
And I can’t stop it.
This love will hurt,
with or without you.

I was the moon,
terribly in love
with you, the earth-
always chasing,
but never caught up.

My biggest fear
came to pass:
you were gone.
And with you,
a rigid, broken piece
of my heart.

I unlearned you,
every part I loved,
forcing myself to forget,
as if telling the moon
to stop revolving
around the earth
was possible.

I love you
when you're cold,
I love you
when your back turns,
I love you
when I disappear in the room,
I love you
when you promise me change
and don't.

I love you
even when it hurts-
too much,
maybe that's the problem

What if I tried again,
hopefully this time i’d win.
Will I regret those I left behind-
those I never let in?

To those I love, I’m sorry in advance.
It’s not your fault, it’s mine to bear,
a burden i’ve held for so long,
I’m far too broken to repair.

Is this my final goodbye?
Will I finally get some rest?
I’ve fought for so long, I cant anymore.
I swear I tried, I truly did my best.

It feels all too familiar,
this emptiness in my chest,
No, no, no-not again,
please let my heart rest.

I fought so hard,
to leave that dark hole,
now I'm falling back in-
how do I save my soul?

I can't do this again,
I'm so scared.
I can't go back...
I almost died there.