Rainclouds,
They always seem to block the way.
The rain was cold,
My mind hurt and ached.
Life was in turmoil,
And I hated myself more everyday.

Then I let go to experince a new day.
I began to sing, play, forget,
And try to live for my own sake.
It all felt hopeless,
I ran as far as I could,
But never got away.

I thought of a beach,
A mistake that made me pay.
It hurt more and more,
As the clouds turned into a hurricane.
Everything began to break,
My will to live away.

Then one day,
A ray of sunshine,
Broke through my pain.
No longer the same pattern,
Damaged my brain.

I began to live life in a new way.
I wanted to live.
I wanted to make all the rain clouds go away.

A ghost to all,
A ghost to be,
A ghost who wishes of a sunny sea.

A ghost who watches the downfall,
A ghost who will always agree,
A ghost who who fears being unseen.

Invisible to friends,
Always trying to please,
All I want is to be seen.

A once stream once happy,
Turned into a dark murky stream,
With a noose around it's seams.

This ghost just wants to be the one,
Who will make you his only,
And never be lonely.

It just requires to notice me.

My life,
A lifeless stare
Its funny how one day,
you can be so happy.
Then the next day,
feel like the world,
is falling apart.

Maybe its for the best,
But it doesn't feel that way.
She would be happier.
I only cause problems.
I want to help more at my house,
I want to help those,
Who go through everyday,
How I feel right now.

I put on a fake face,
for those who see me.
I live lying to those,
who are the closest to me.
They see a smile,
Under that face,
Is someone who feels worthless.
Some one who feels that,
They need to fix their own life.
Some one who wants to die but,
For the will of others,
And for the want to help others,
Will never die.

An unburing flame in darkness,
My life...

An empty room,
An ode to the person I see,
A reminder that I'm not,
Who I want to be.
A lonely stare at a distant sea,
Patiently waiting,
On some sort of key,
That will help me open
Not so awkwardly,
And let others see,
What is really me.

An empty room,
A somber tune,
I want to be happy soon.
Such as the light of a full moon,
Over a salty, clear, lagoon.
As lonely as the far planet Neptune.
A want to one day have a honeymoon,
As I sit in the empty room,
Every afternoon.

An empty room,
Waiting to be filled,
Just as the farm plot waits to be tilled.
I find myself as unfulfilled,
A soul that needs to rebuild.
Why must these feelings,
Be forever instilled?
Why do I always feel so unfulfilled?

An empty room,
That just wants to be filled.

A skip in my step marks a new day.
Where not even the clouds,
Appear to be grey.
But as I jump along,
Continuing my path,
I can't help but wonder,
Where it is that I am going.
My eyes are clear and the air is pure,
So why can't I see what lies ahead?
It could be candy and games,
Pastures and pastries, love and a date,
If only I could see which I chase.
But instead of stopping my trip,
I continue for awhile,
And even though,
I can feel sadness brewing....
    ...I can't help but keep on smiling...