He woke up because he dreamt he was falling off of a cliff;

he stopped dreaming of falling

and started living to jump.

A stool. That’s all it took.
A simple act of kindness, because that’s who you are.
And then everything changed.

I noticed your stunning eyes
And your beautiful smile.
I thought it was lust.
I wanted to run my fingers through your hair
And peel off your clothing one piece at a time.
But then I wanted to stare into those gorgeous eyes, stroke your cheek
And feel your warm skin on mine.
I wanted to make you smile
And hear the sweet sound of your laughter
Because it’s melody makes my day a little bit brighter.
And when it’s because of something I said
I know that just for that second
I crossed your mind.

If I reached out my arms would you hug me?
If I held your hand would you hold mine?
If I cried on your shoulder
Would you let me be there for you on your darkest day?

What would you have me do?
Who would you have me be?
If myself is not enough I will gladly change.
When will you see it?

When I look at you
I see us
But I know when you look at me
You see a somebody.
But I’d rather be your somebody than your nobody.

I know you don’t see any of this
And if you do
You don’t care.
It kills me a little more each day.
I look around at happy couples
And all I see is you and me
I know we could be so perfect.

So I put on a brave face
And tell myself to move on
Before I become addicted to this pain
But it’s too late.
Because the dreams still come
And my eyes still wander
And when your name leaves someone’s lips
And floats gently around a room
I catch myself looking
Like at the mention you’ll be standing there
Smiling and laughing with me.


I convince everyone that I don’t care;
tell myself I don’t care
But I know it’s a lie.
I care more than anything in this universe
And if you would just give me a chance
I think you might see it.

One night.
Just give me one night.
To be with you
To talk with you
To laugh with you
Just to sit with you.
And if, then, you still feel nothing
Maybe
Just maybe
I could let you go.

For now, though
My hair stands on end when I’m near you
Chills run through me
And the butterflies still flutter when you smile.
I love you
And I always will.
And maybe someday
You’ll look over at me
And you’ll see more than your friend.
You’ll see a girl who is head over heels for you
Who’d take a bullet
Or fight a mob;
Who would die for you
And your butterflies will flutter too.

The boy sat
Quietly
Diligently turning
Page after page
Eyes focused on the text
And nothing else
He was ****** in
He was engaged
Everything around him was just a blur
The only thing real
Was the little square book
Gripped tightly
In his hands

A man walked into the room
The boy didn't notice him
So he moved closer
And closer
Until he was standing
Directly above
The boy
The boy still paid no mind
Still completely fixated on his reading material
Too distracted to care about
Anything else
"You shouldn't be reading that, you know."
And the boy looked up
Disoriented and confused
The boy raised an eyebrow, suspiciously

"And why shouldn't I?"
The man sighed
Crouched down
And looked the boy directly
In the eyes
And said with a certain frankness
"Because the author killed himself."
The boy smirked a little
A devious little smirk
And said
"Well, that's because he was crazy."

The man nodded
And smiled
And wrinkled his mouth into a little
Slit
And said
"Maybe. But he wasn't always that way.
Don't you do your research?"
The boy was starting to get
Annoyed
He shook his head
"Of course I did. But he's a great author.
Are you trying to say I shouldn't read this because the man who wrote it
Took his
Own life?"
And the man smiled a little more
"No, no. That's not it.
I just don't think it's the healthiest thing to read is all."
And the man stood up

"Well I feel fine.
If you don't mind, I think I'm going to
Get back to reading, thanks."
And the boy averted his eyes
Back to his story
But the man wasn't finished
"You're only on page forty-three."
He said
"It took the author
The the end
Of the story
To gain his courage
And find the trigger."
And then he shut his mouth
Turned around
And walked out of the room
Leaving the boy
His book
And the story
Alone

I'm going to
Keep this
Short, sweet

Who are you?

Those truly "happy" people?
Are
Actually
Sicker
Than
Depression
Itself

I stole his girl
And now he's going crazy
I was always the one
His perspective was always hazy
He thought she loved him
But she endured him
He thought shed never leave
But then she met me

He's on the run
On the run
From his dreams
His dreams
But she's on me
She's on me

I've never had too many regrets
I think what you do should be over
And when it is, you gotta learn
But he'll always be her little gopher
Running around for her
Making money just to spend it all
Because he's on her tail
Setting himself up to fall

I feel bad
I guess I do
But it ain't me
It's you
And then it's me too

I cannot wait,
forever

Without hope,
or some kind of sign
that this impossible love
is a possibility

No, I can't go on,
waiting in the dark
or screaming in silence

Dying day by day
watching you break my heart
without touching it at all

Take my heart
Veins cut
From unloyalty
Unfaithfulness
And injustice
Shattered by
This cruel world
But still beats
Your name
Hoping yours
Does the same
Wishing it could
Be yours
Forever.

I don't want to prove them right
Don't want them to see me in my true light
Most of those ******* lies
Have some truth
And they bring out the why's
You see I am not fair
For though I love him
my mouth has been more than just there
If he knew
his heart would break
oh and mine too
Those rumors hurt the distrust to
but I know I cant change the hate
I cant change that somethings are simply true
No matter what I say or what I do.