I feel as if I were hit by a truck.
Joints aching.
Bones creaking.
Slow movement.
Internally suffer
as I pretend it doesn't hurt.
Tight muscles.
Fake smiles.
Can't get up.
Slowly drowning in my own pain.

I want to reach out and tell you that I miss you. But I'm afraid you'll dismiss me. I know it won't be enough to bring you back to me. It never was. But I can't stop myself from wanting you anyways.

I cry and I cry
but it never seems to fade
I try and I try
but it won't go away
The emptiness I feel consumes me
pulling me farther in darkness
Is this the end?
Is this goodbye?
I cover feeling so often
it's natural
The dying girl you thought you knew
her sadness is now a new
She can't hold back her tears
but she knows she can't stop the fight
She knows she needs help
but doesn't want
She neglects the fact that she's dying inside
As she cries herself to sleep
all she can think about is past memories
And the fact that everything she ever was,
is gone.

What is enough?
And why is it never?
What makes something whole,
but then we question whether?
Whether it's right.
Whether it's wrong.
Whether it's us.
Whether or not it's
Enough.

The Answer we long to know.
But never want to ask.
The question so simple, yet so hard to grasp.
We dread the truth but despise the lie.
Because deep in our being,
we feel it's no surprise.
You put on the front, but deep down you wonder.
Is everything I am,
Everything I ponder,
Enough?

Enough is a word,
so often used.
We forget what it means, yet think it absurd.
Enough we say,
but don't really mean.
Our tongues are a sword, and as it would seem,
Enough.

So what is enough?
and why do we ask it?
We try to obtain it,
but in the end, it's a casket.
For enough.

Compare me to her pretty mind.
It's like looking into a foggy mirror,
where the only things I see
are the parts you feel don't need improvement.

Compare me to her pretty mind.
Cut me open and rearrange my insides
so that I fit your better mold.

Compare me to her pretty mind.
So the only thoughts that consume me
are "how do I become better than her?"

Compare me to her pretty mind.
Tell me that I need to be strong in who I am,
then list me the reasons as to why
I won't measure up to your relentless expectations.

Compare me to her pretty mind.
Push me over the edge
and assume I'll sit quietly
like your pretty mold.

Compare me to her pretty mind.
So that when the day is done,
and I lay awake at night,
I know my best will never be enough to please you

When we parted,
you took a piece of me.
A piece I will never get back.
You were more than a friend to me.
You were everything.
We almost lost you to the world,
unable to leave the path of dark desires.
And while you might have left me,
I am unable to let go.
I sit alone and remember us,
remember our long, joyous nights.
So you remember?
Because it seems like a dream now,
a distant memory.
What happened to that happy girl?
Where did I go so wrong
that you fell off the deep end?
Heaven almost gained an angel tonight.
And the world almost lost
you.
My beautiful, broken
Madison

Stars above,
glistening the sky.
Golden teardrops fall from high.
The weary moon begins to die,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The wind blows soft,
the leaves flow far.
The night falls and tumbles hard.
The stars align,
the moon now cries,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The sun slowly rises.
The stars slowly die.
The night loses feeling,
the day comes alive.
Morning creeps slowly,
night falls behind.
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

Let me catch your tear
like pouring rain.
Lightning dances in your eyes
while thunder rumbles through your mind.
The storm in you
crashes over me.
But I won't leave you caught
in the riptide of your own creation.
I can pull you out,
but I need you to let go.
You'll feel as if you're going to drown,
but I promise I'll catch you.
If you let go.
Let go of the hurricane in your heart.
Let go of the storm in your head.
I'll be here to catch you
and the tears that come along.

What to do when you're trapped inside your mind.
How to feel when the world keeps asking why.
Turn around, show them your smile.
They won't see your drown, be in denial.
The world will turn it's back if you show your vulnerabilities.
Keep your head up high and accept your insecurities.
When people ask, you're always good.
Be composed and proper like you think you should.

When you think you're about to drown,
just keep your head up.
Push.
Foward.
You'll get there.
One breath.
One at a time.

As the rose dies,
so does their love.
But was it ever really that
or feelings they thought were inside.
It's hard to determine,
but the wilting petals don't lie.

The stem felt her tears.
Colors disappeared.
As she felt the bittersweet kiss of the thorn,
she knew that time held her fears.
The sky fell low.
Darkness was near.
The clouds began crying weary tears.
What was the ending?
Was it something love could surpass?
The heart didn't know,
until the tears were like glass.
Falling more and more heavy,
slipping off her invincible mask.

The ending was coming.
One petal was left.
Long lost memories began flowing,
like a river one can't forget.
The word was love,
the meaning?
Unknown.
And as the last petal fell,
down did the world slow.
The rose was all gone.
The tears were no more.
Her lonely soul lifted
as her last breath slipped away.
"I love you my dear,
but there isn't a place for me anymore."

They say you really only fall in love once.
They say I'm delusional.
But that can't be true.
Because I fall in love all over again,
Whenever I look at you.

They say I'm infatuated.
They say "You're too young".
But how would they know?
Because whenever you look at me,
All I can do is glow.

They say he's just a boy.
They say he only wants one thing.
But they don't seem to see.
Because when he thinks I won't hear him,
He tells his friends how much he loves me.

They say that we're crazy.
They say we're destined for disaster.
But that doesn't seem right.
Because when the party's over,
We're still dancing through the night.

actions in bewildered masks
dance to the rhythm of uncertain masquerade.
attempted desires in shadow
lurk in the once-lit facade.
unraveling images in haunting memorabilia
commenced in the deafening sound of silence.
unnerving thoughts in bittersweet content
walk through the cobblestones of deliria.

Blurry motions
Anger dripping down me
overstimulated breath
The immense pain that consumes my body
increases by the second
You would think somebody had set me on fire
by the way the rage burns throughout