I am from a place unknown.
I am from a place no one should go.
I am from him, I am from her.
I am from the dirt underneath the Earth.
I am from ink and paper.
I am from the thoughts they think.
I am from the golden snitch
to the Quidditch pitch.
I am from gumbo shrimp,
To pumpkin pie.
I am from the stars in the night sky.
I am from craziness and noise.
Yet I still manage to have poise.
I am from the things that make me, me.

My love is not the overwhelming kind.
It doesn't devour my insides and corrode my thoughts.
It creeps silently along the edges of my brain,
attacking at moments of weakness.

Screaming.
They talk so loud
Yet no one can hear the shouts.
They yell their words all for you
Till you manage what they want you to do.
Destruction is the only path
Yet all they do is laugh.
No one else can understand
All the power from the devil's hand.

Petals in the wind
Take me for a spin.
******* away
So the fears can't stay.

Grass grows greener
As her words turn meaner.
Sky stays blue
I'll keep true
Until the grave takes you.

Butterflies gather 'round
As my thoughts leave town.
Father doesn't care.
All he does is stare.

Leaves burn to a crisp,
Reminding me of all I missed.
You didn't protect me.
Never where you should be,
I was alone in this world
You only thought of me as a little girl.

Ray beams of sun.
Look what you've done.
I can't be fixed,
When your hearts in the mix.

Locked in my head
Every book I've ever read.
There's a story of a girl
Who couldn't handle the real world.

I made my own reality;
To deal with his harsh brutality.
Other children have toys,
But I only have head noise.

The people in my dreams
Make life better than it seems.
No one understands
Why I can’t deal with the demands.

Imagining helps me escape
From this terrible place.
All I had to do was make haste.
But my feet were made of past.

Lay your weapons at my feet
Bow your head in defeat.
I'll rip your heart out
As well as tear apart your soul
When I'm gone
All that will be left is a hole.

I saw a boy crying in the shadows
He asked me "why?"
I replied "time"
He nodded as if he understood.
He paused for a moment and asked
"Time?"
I replied "part of your imagination"

The last breath is always the hardest
it literally ruptures inside you
and forces its way out.
Making you explode in a million tiny pieces
pieces that will never be restored,
pieces that will cut others like glass
only leaving sorrow in their wake.

The end is alway peaceful for those going,
it is the ultimate battle for those who stay.
as you travel on to a better place
we are left here wondering what to do.
wondering why such a thing has to happen.
but you know, as you always have
death is not something to grieve
it is something to strive for
in death all the miracles of the world are discovered;
any question you ever wanted answered is right at your finger tips
and here is the kicker,
It is exactly what you dreamed it would be.

Your childhood fantasies playing out
right in front of you.
You are now the master of the universe.
For a moment you can’t help but think,
is death really the wonder you thought?
Emotional turmoil has taken its toll and turned you grey

I want my blood to bleed red on the white snow
I want the snow to kiss my skin
And wash away my tears.
As my thoughts drift away
Remembering things we've done
I wish to see your face.

Into the night we fled,
only following the shadows ahead.
We no longer fear the dark
this is just an eclipse of the heart.

There is always someone over there in the corner
maybe it's just a dresser
and maybe it's just me.

Humans need not forget, but remember all the fallen.
Every dying breath that made that way for your next one.
How will you you live the life so many gave up?
How will you sleep at night knowing many are sleepless?
Everyone has a past; some may even run from it.
As long as you don’t look back
Time, as meaningless as it is,
will continue to move forward.