I miss the days of old,
When passion and fire and hope
Tinted the glasses I wore

But they pinched too tight,
And they cast off my face,
And they went to find another.

So now reality is my glass,
Showing truth and lies
And everything surrounding

So now I make my own hope,
Force a smile through cracked teeth,
Hiding the tongueless hollow
That you created of me.

Cut out my tongue, so I can't speak,
I don't want to talk with anyone, anymore.
Put your hands around my neck, so I can't breathe,
I'll die slowly, and believe that is my destiny.

Feel my blood rush, another type of time measure,
the blood ticking in my veins, is marking my mortality.
You're my issue, but also my therapy,
you're a galaxy, my way to escape reality.

Kiss my scars, just like you kissed my neck,
run away with me, and never come back.
Crush my heart painfully, the punishment that I need,
the agony spreading, is the way that I bleed.

I recall the day I first saw you, amid the frigid depths of winter, as I sought even a trace of warmth from the sun. My gaze found that warmth in you. When you drew near, you stunned me, clasping my cold hands in yours, imbuing them with warmth. I remember, too, the day I waited in that same chill for one final glimpse of you—only to be left, forsaken, my hands still cold, yearning for the warmth you once brought.

Oh, I long for the day
When the mirror will show  
And will reflect mine own
I will see a true me
No facades of fakery

Oh, these pieces I carve,
But not a piece of me.
Not a slice of last year,
All a slice for now,
Free of your eyes and mine

you don’t know the price i’ve paid
to stand here before you
head raised high and proud

you don’t know the things i’ve done
to outlive the terrors
to survive the death in my mind
of my mind

all you see is a failure
of your dreams
your hopes

but i’m barely holding
on to my own life

why should i care
for yours?

you haven’t paid the price i have
you haven’t done the things i have
you haven’t killed your hopes
for a chance at a life

you couldn’t understand
(wouldn’t understand)
all
these
thoughts

telling me to mark my arms again
telling me i’m worthless again

why?
i still don’t know
(i wish i knew)