Baby, stop drowning me.
I need air,
let me be on my own for once.

I need to swim to land,
I need to feel the solid ground beneath my feet.
stop dragging me under the surface.

Baby, please stop drowning me.

Life is a tightrope
If you have support,
the journey across can be easy.

But one mis-step or slip
and the fall is swift and unforgiving

Until the impact.

The warm glow from the windows invites everyone in

as the sun goes down

Someday I'll give you a tattoo

it will be right on your chest and will be a heart.

Just so it at least looks like you have one.

I might not be a straight A student

Sure, I can always get the perfect grades you want me to get.

I understand you're trying to make me do what you didn't
so I have a "better life" or whatever....

But so what?
Maybe I am just like you were
And you turned out fine
You have a good job and a big house

What's one grade going to do to my life?

What if I don't want to go through med school like you want me to?

I honestly don't care what you think,
8th grade isn't gonna **** the rest of my life
If I get one bad grade

All writers live in a town

all to their own next to a huge river,

but even rivers can dry up for a while.

A simple jump,

like so many others.

Only this one would be defining for so many people.

She was at the very end,

nothing was worth living for.

She had made up her mind when she stepped off with her eyes closed.

But as she felt herself fall she realized

that this isn't what she wanted,

she needed to live,

to live and fix all her mistakes, say a few sorries.

There was so much she hadn't said to those that cared about her

and that she cared about.

How did she forget them right before she jumped?

But now there is nothing to hold on to but air.


It's to late.

If you can take away all my love, what do I need you for?
You can take away all these words, there's no meaning anymore.
You can take away everything leave me lying on the floor,
all those sorrys, we can't go back to the start.
You can't fix me, I'm torn apart.

[Chorus]
I wanna run away from love, this time I have had enough.
Everytime I feel your touch, I'm broken.
Shattered all the pieces of parts.
Never thought I'd fall so hard.
I'm putting back together my heart, it's broken.

You can take these photographs and watch them fade away.
You can through away all these letters, I don't care about what they say.
All those sorrys, there's a million reasons why you can't mend me, don't even try.

[Chorus]

I know it's gonna take some time, to finally realize.
I got nothing left inside, nothing to hide, I'm broken, broken, broken

Flickering lights live in the shadows of the granite walls.

Extending on and on with infinite layers,

each with a story,

each with a tear,

each as a candle was lit with prayers from the soul.

Each with a hope that things will get better,

that things will heal.

That maybe, just maybe, their prayers, hopes, and dreams will be answered.

It's amazing how two people

at one time can appear perfect for each other

even when they aren't

and then the inevitable comes

gradual distancing via work and some other lame excuse

and then it's just not there...

and even if they still love each other,

it's to different

and they go their own ways.

Leaving two children behind.

It's not that all these guys forget.

They just act like they forgot

because they don't want to remember.

If only those boys could walk around

with a sign saying "cheater"

The clouds passing over head
form fifty shades of grey

The lightest shedding a bit of light on the dying grass
for only a moment before the almost-black erase the memory.

And so they march on
the never ending army of clouds

Oh I'm sorry.

I forgot you're never wrong

and my argument is always invalid

The poor little kid,
he thinks he knows who she is.

Don't get pulled in her trap, kid.

You don't need anymore tears, kid.

You think she's perfect in every way,
but she's not,
not one is.

Don't get pulled in her trap, kid.

You don't need anymore tears, kid.

The ocean breeze whips my skirt against my legs
Only, at this point, even my favorite place in the world
can't mend what has been broken inside of me.

I walk into the cool waves
they foam about my ankles, wetting the ends of my skirt
I stand there for what seems like eternity
the tides come in, water reaching to my knees.

The sun sets and everything becomes unbearably cold
I can't stand here, listless, forever.
(although I wish I could)
My feet move, taking me to the boardwalk.

Some people say they fell for someone,
either they jumped and fell,
or didn't see the end of the cliff.

For me it was a bit different.
I saw the edge of the cliff,
and I tried to stay away from it.

Then you somehow wandered by
and pulled me to the edge hypnotizing me.
and then right before we fell off, I tried to back away,

but you gave me a big push,
and down I went only regretting letting you lead me
once I hit the ground.

I don't currently feel like giving anyone a lecture,
so I'll try to put it simply.

If you keep setting your mind on the negative,
you will never be anywhere near positive
and you will never be better (which, I might add, you say you are try to do)
and you will end up alone in life and even more miserable then you are now
(or say that you are) and then you might actually end up where you think you are heading now (dead)

Even if I need help                                                             ­                               I do

I would never tell anyone                                                           ­                    definitely not my family

Because then I'd be treated differently                                                      ­    with pity "oh, I'm sorry!       .                                                          ­                                                             I didn't even realize!

And I definitely wouldn't have a life then                                                      *like I ever did

Where silence

once was a thing that never happened.


now is to the point where typing one word

sounds like an earthquake.

Is depression

supposed to

be this

wildly crazy

and painful

and bland

and worth

the loss

of tears?

You stare off in a day dream,
in a place where you are looking down at your feet,
flying high above the ground.

But she keeps talking
oblivious to all but her own problems.

Trust is what you say,
but you don't trust me for stupid reasons.

Be glad I'm not taking drugs
or tearing up the town.

Because if it wasn't because of you,
that's where I'd be.

"Hey" he says
and from there my life is of to the races

The last night talking
the "it's 1 am already???"

then when what already was is confirmed
with an "I want a relationship"

next comes the slow and sad decline
the words "we are drifting apart"

suddenly, you know the reason
hateful words and actions burst forth

finally, the realization
that you still love him, but it's to late...

the long, silent nights of tears follow
when regret replace the forgotten smiles

"Hey" he says
a new chapter begins with someone new

No one is joking

when they say that everything is temporary

Even friends will drift apart

as similarities disappear

I wake staring at a tear-stained pillow

dark bags have formed under my eyes

i listlessly stare back at my reflection  in the mirror

i don't know that disheveled creature.

Drag a brush over my hair, but not accomplishing anything,

i get ready for another day

another day filled with the ghosts and echoes of my mistakes

and knowing i can never fix them

If you get Little Boy just a little angry,

or make an honest mistake,

BAM!

the nuclear power explodes.

And if you don't die from impact,

the radiation will **** you later

After all that...


I guess I really meant nothing to you

When most people step into calm waters,
the only effects are a few small ripples.

But you never just step into calm waters.
You cannon ball and send waves crashing.

I'll forgive him a hundred times over (but no more then that)
just because he was so lost and confused...

but you.........

knew.....

Is it so wrong that I agree with someone else?
And if I ever try to voice my opinion,
you will come up with all these things wrong with it.

"Stay" you would stay.
But I still don't understand.

Why would everyone would be so disappointed
if I followed a different path?

Yeah, I'm insane.

Everyone knows it, they just don't say it to my face.
It's probably better if they...or someone calls the police
before someone gets hurt....or something goes

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"Be good for your mommy, ok?"

The girl tried to control herself,
she didn't know what was going on,
but it was something bad...
why was Daddy saying goodbye?
Why is Mommy crying so much?
Everyone was scaring her so much.

She nodded her head,
and hugged Dad.
Mommy was at the other side of the bed,
holding onto Dad's hand.

"Mommy? What's wrong with Dad?"
"Honey...Dad is saying...goodbye"
she choked to get the words out.
"I'm sorry Sweetie...but we'll be alright"

Suddenly, Dad started gasping,
and she couldn't breath for fear.
What was going on?

A small noise came from his mouth,
and she thought she could hear the words
"I love you"
and then Daddy was still.

"Daddy!!! Wake up!!! What's wrong???"
she started screaming,
everyone was crying,
no one was telling her what was happening.


She never felt so alone.


Now she's 16,
and she doesn't remember
what it was like to be swung in circles
in his strong arms,
and knowing he had the answer to everything.
She can't remember making tents in the living room to sleep in,
or Mom laughing out loud.

She can only remember the one night
when everything she knew went away.

Others have offenders from the outside,

always beating them in.

But my demons are inside.

and they can't be stopped.

The mind is a never ending maze,
at each turn is an infinite different new paths                                                            ­                a decision
sometimes you are walking on cool, green grass                                            warm feelings, often love
other times, on blazing hot coals                                                            ­                                            anger
maybe a long passageway must be crossed on a tightrope                                          overcoming fear
or your feet on solid stone                                                            ­                                         security, trust

Eventually, the maze will dissolve,
and there will be no more passageways to walk
or turns to make                                                             ­                                                                 ­        *death

Please don't lead me on

if it's all just a joke to you.