A savage storm was brooding
Right up inside my head
Winds were sadly slowly forming, yet
A word was never said

And when the weather matter gathered,
Unleashing fatal form
Drowning out my considerable existence
An eternal mighty storm!

Sodden skin and sunken soul,
My tangible testimony
Combat battle with myself
Was dragged out and lonely

Suddenly winds ceased to blow
Alleviated, parched—my soul;
The eye was fleeting, this I knew,
Dread to penetrate the whole

And then I saw the sunrise,
A pleasantly different form
In the context of epic battle
With my cerebral storm

finally
feeling like I can sit here
doing anything
without
comparing.

This song is making
me feel at peace
I am talking to you
you are my friend
because we are interacting
and I’ll block out the voices
and you are saying things to my face

Over and over
Crimson and Clover
i am here.

I don’t want to hear about what you would do to me
If you were here
Or I were there, I want you to tell me
About the way I smile when I’m close to falling asleep
I want to hear all the little things you keep

My laugh when you tell a funny joke
Hand on your chest, arm around your neck
The way I yelled at the morning alarm
Just to stay in bed
The way you say I’m too **** cute
When I tell you 'don’t leave' in a way you can’t refute

I don't remember telling you
That pink roses were my favorite
But you knew
Even sent some too
One thing I do remember
He never had a clue

Thank you

There’s something I want to tell you
No, really tell you
Without fear of you not saying it back
Or you thinking it’s the
gratefulness-of-you-being-there-during-my-worst time talking crap

But there’s things my broken brain wants to tell you first, like
I’m sorry, this isn’t the way I planned us
You and me, so brief before the storm hit
And I’m sorry you’re the boy who had to meet this side of me
But I think maybe you’re the best one to handle it

And God, I miss you so much it hurts
How you make me feel
Like the brightest star in the sky
As if we are thunder and lightning
Like I have wings and can fly

I run out of rhymes and words
When I think of us two
But what haunts me the most
Is not saying
I love you

Words flow so easily
from my lips
and fingertips
to you

I live with this outdated illness
That keeps following me around
Just when I think it’s gone for good
It creeps up without a sound

If you only knew how it killed me
But cruelly kept me alive
You would know that waking up
Is as good as fighting to survive

Where did I go this time
And how long will it take to find me
Will these pills give me the will to live
Or how about all the ******* therapy

Sometimes I wish it was cancer, or a tumor,
Something to prove I’m not well
Some redeeming affliction
To paint a portrait of this sickly hell

And when it hits the way it does,
Life gets put on the shelf
What kind of illness is this, where the
Main symptom is losing yourself