Know that you are doing the best you can right now*
His voice is closest to me of all

And with those words, my body shudders a tear
and the downpour is drawn from my eyes
for the first time free of the chains I strain to hold in place

Let go of your fears
He says, and later

*We're here

Tis no more a question of life and of death,
tis no more a query of "what if" I had left,
tis no more a concern of thy troubled mind;
tis no more a thought. Darling, leave me behind.

Please, please help me
I have to know
if you think like I do
Does the voice between your ears sound just a little too loud?
Are there moments when you feel the electricity coming off of your thoughts
so strongly that you want to gouge out your eyes?
Are you buried so deep in your head that you're not a part of your life anymore?
Do you see the nail polish remover and for a second think, I could just drink that before remembering you're supposed to be laughing with your best friend?
How can all of this go on in my head and I just want to scream but nobody else is talking about it?
Are you scared to breathe the madness?
Or am I the duckling who too early turned to a swan, who has a family but doesn't belong, it's ugly, so ugly here in this head of mine, futile swimming, spinning in circles, instead of walking inside the lines
I can't tell if this is crazy
Please, please I'm begging you
I need to know
If your thoughts are secretly eating you out from inside
And if you're suffocating trying to hide
I need to know

How you think.

Once put aside, it never dies,
but lives fervently on.

Tis but a shame that love will droop
when thine effort carries on.

Twas pity that did **** her soul,
a murdress make her be,
but unkempt passions of her mind,
did bind her soul with thee.

Fie, the storms of roiling brew,
for shame, the frolick'd waves,
thy heart and head under wilt go
till she unmasks her grave.

Once, if it please thee,
snip back hedgelings overgrown
to reveal in a silent plea
the child who's all alone.

Fought for freedom to forget,
finding fear that seems aught of time,
her wisping tendrils wrapped twice, twice yet
round her throat with reason and rhyme.

To love is to look,
like an unbequeathed shield
for a ring or a hook
that will help thee to yield.

But yielding is not for the feinted of heart
or for the young vain and trampled,
for in my own heart i feel set apart
and no longer feel life is ample.

Don't Test Us*

Turn around and run,
Your too far out of your league.
Why you insist on fighting us,
Is a matter of intrigue.

Do you believe you're brave?
Or are you ignoring your own timidity?
Do you believe you're courageous?
Or are you convinced by your stupidity?

I'm dancing barefoot, bridges fall
My bones tear my skin apart, I feel them digging through
So easily they stab through my flesh
I wish I could rip myself out of my head, crush the voice box of my mind
hand death to that choking awareness
With just as little effort

I think then I would be happy

Happiness without thought may be bliss, it's also death, See the bridge falls down, and it topples on top of you, but you never knew it was there, it's death, it's death, it's death, So take your pick, madness or bliss, either way
*It's death for you in the end