Mystery embraces my shoulder
Am I real? Am I not?
                                                I don't know


It hesitantly wavers to my cheeks
Am I male? Am I female?
                                                I don't know


My identity got forgotten
When the hands left me
                                                I know.

                                                I don't know

The harbor where my heart rests
Faintly beating with the ripples of the waves

I stood amongst the pebble with an anchor around my neck
One glance over the dark surface made me cower

The impenetrable veil of the ocean is not my friend
But its cold embrace warmed my heart

For when the wind blows the sails pass
For when the gulls hover over the piers

I closed my eyes and took a dive
And nobody ever saw me again

But when the sea howled my name, I came to rest
Tiny paper boats cluttering around the remains

That was not me...

                             ...not anymore

As I glanced at the anchor that was chained to the hulls
For the current has freed me from my noose

As time smiles, it leaves
For when it frowns, it concedes

And I dipped my toes in the sand

Feelings of inadequacy
Something not all of you can see
I've felt lonely all my life
One great, endless bitter strife
Until I met you

I never loved anything until I loved you
But you're so far from me, what do I do?
I can't feel anything but bitter cold
Is this the price of the happiness sold

From now on, I think of no one
But this beloved no one
You cannot see me anymore
No, I am nothing, no more

I've gone missing
No longer exist
One day, I hope
I'm someone you'd miss
But did you ever love me?

The trees have come to a standstill
The crows and the ravens watch over the field
Nothing dares make a sound, out of fear of being revealed
A mist rises from the ****** soil

A funeral pyre stands tall
Made out of the spears and shields of the fallen
The remains of several families that have been destroyed
Oh how the gods must be overjoyed

Twelve preacher boys
All stood in a ring
Around the pyre
Longing for dusk

Once the sun had ducked behind the horizon
One boy stepped forward
He cast a torch into the pyre
The lost can only be freed by the fire

A room full of dogs
I will get bored someday
A room full of video games
I will get bored someday
A room full of music instruments
I will get bored someday

As I approach the final room
The girl shows me a projector
I see my parents and friends
Fall into despair when they see my corpse

She said once again
"There is no turning back"
And again, with a smile
"It's your choice"

Is it normal to talk to yourself?
Am I going mad?
Is it wrong to do such a thing?
Can I be called bad?

Depression has become a trend,
having it is part of a fad.
I don't follow short-lived crazes,
but I do feel kind of sad.

I'm only kidding, you know
when I say my life is rad.
Problems are common in life
And I'll never forget what I had.

Sadness, anger, lack of trust.
Depression, suicide, insanity's thrusts.
Topics of the past written down,
topics of the future only to be found.

For the outlandish person, let it be
that hope envelops them back into society.
That they find joy once more;
and they can appreciate life to it's core.