It’s been a dark corridor for a while.
I was hoping I could go into one of those beautiful picture frames
But I was never one to appreciate photography.

Can I disappear out of a window;
Even if there is a drop?
Sometimes I prefer the drop, some days I prefer it a lot.

Could I float into the sky?
Or would I be stuck in the ground?

Can I become one with the orange of the sunset horizon?
Could I become one with the blue of the day sky?

I’ve became one with the darkness of the night, and I think it’s about time to change the light.

To you these are simply few words with little meaning, scribbled on paper.

This art is made up of blooming thoughts.
Once remarked, then glorified.
Recognition of the amazement in ourselves.
No longer an outcast
Just a vessel of beauty.

Never will you know how much these words mean to me.
You are blind to me.  

I am lined paper torn up and thrown on the cold floor
You’re oblivious to the steps you take.
These words are endless thoughts with no magnitude.

My soul is in disguise, between faint blue lines, hidden but alive.
Thriving, with the pain of no gratitude.

I’m sorry you cannot see the beauty in paper.
I’m sorry you cannot see the beauty in me.

my strive for perfection will never be solved
life to me is a game of connecting the dots
connect my flaws
and count how many surgeries
i will need
to feel
complete.

a negative outlook
but only to myself
"you'll never find love"
and love i never felt
"a negative outlook will get you nothing"
they do not see the beauty in everything
else,
but myself,
like i do.

"why can't you be in photographs?"
why can't a corpse breathe?
it's impossible physically
but mentally for me.

it is not my fault
i'm not the one to blame
i had not chosen
to be a part of God's cruel game
illness is not a choice
i would not choose to be this way

i would love to be happy
i would love to be like you
i would love to be pretty
i would love to be brand new

I don't want to go back to the place I once rested.

I don't want to set myself on fire,
just because you gave me the match.
I don't want to hurt myself,
because you gave me the words to.

I only wanted you.
I only needed to be heard.

I won't set myself on fire,
I won't believe the words you speak.
I'm no longer the object you used.
I'm a person.

I don't need you.
I don't want you.

I need to be heard
only in my own head.

I won't go back to the place I once rested,
because I never was the one to break promises.

And in a blink, my perspective switched.
all we had,
all I thought we had
turned into a feeling of discomfort
and no longer love.

Your words were then stale
like the emotions you felt towards me.
I was simply a bridge
to get you to her,
your one true love.

Little did you know
I am the most unstable bridge
you could have ever walked across.

Little did you know
once I saw her perspective
I saw the real you
like she always has.

This bridge has been crumbling out from under your feet
so you better learn to carry yourself.

The innoncence is dying inside of me
With every exposure to evil tearing it out
No purpose in sewing these wounds
It's universally seen as normal
To lose an optimistic outlook

After this year it'll be completely vanished
I'll share the same laughter
But it will never reverberate again
Not after my innocence comes to an end