Take me away,
To a place where we can be far from those who don't understand,
My people have become okay with my choices,
It took awhile but it's now all alright,
For you though it's all different.
Your people see me as a criminal stealing the innocence of their kin,
But what they don't know is that you came to me when I was lost,
You showed me the path I trailed off from.
I was in a bad place, but now I seem to be serenity, a good place that I wish I wish I was in when I was younger

If my words I wrote down to you today were clothes, I would be naked.
For what I wrote I put my heart and soul in,
My words were my backbone,
So I guess now I'm missing the most important parts.

I'm ripped apart because you made me vulnerable,
I gave you all I have and you through it away,
I had to go dumpster diving for my broken pieces,
But now you wonder why I don't speak deeply to you anymore,
And my doubt in myself doesn't "inspire" you,
For now I keep my mouth shut.

I only seem to mumble the words I wish to speak in the back of my head,
And now it's time for me to leave this world, for now I'm no longer needed.

"Get seven plates"
"Seven knifes ,spoons and forks"
"And Seven napkins and placemats"

Setting the dinner table was an awful request,
but now I take it as a gift...
For the number of plates are less, and less every time that I'm asked

The glasses aren't being used as much,
It seems like we are using the same three glasses every time
And the drinks In it are all the same
except for the ones that are sitting in the cabinet,
There already filled with the memories that happened at the dinner table,
seven years ago, When I was asked...

"Get seven plates"
"Seven knifes,spoons and forks"
"And Seven napkins and placemats"

I missed my artwork
My different brushes
My unique designs
The way the brush adds color when you push harder
But my artwork goes away after awhile
And the only way to see it Is if you look really close but those only show little fragments of what my artwork use to be
But what they don't know is that my artwork were my scars and the canvas were on my wrists
And I miss my artwork

She said that they don't make it out there
In the real world
They don't survive
I'm one of them
She was one of them
She was surprised that she made it
I wasn't because I knew her strength
She was scared for me
As I broke down I was a mess, and I still am
I couldn't talk about it
Because I knew my eyes would turn to rain clouds
And it was gonna be a big storm
But she seemed to understand
She saw my pain
And I let her
"We are not meant to survive in this world"
This world wasn't meant for people like you and me...

These hands are soft
These hands have held other hands
These hands are cold, delicate and frail
But his hands were different

His hands are hardened and calloused over
His hands are welcoming
His hands have held hammers and saws
His hands have also held a new life
His hands have held mine
His hands worked much more than expected
His hands are like no other
His hands are missed
No longer am I, anyone or anything going to be able to touch his hands
the way I use to

Never in a million years would I have thought it would be you
The person that makes me smile an in instant
But it is
And it's true

Never In a million years would I have thought I would talk to you
The person who I'm not suppose to associate with
But it is
And it's true

How we got to talking
Well that I really don't know
How we'll ever stop talking
Well that I really don't hope so