Hope is a curse
It is the tourist that always sees the green flash
Yet no matter how often you stare, it is never there

When the glue wears out no amount of tape can ever hold things together the way they once were.  
The love I have been showered with since day one has been nothing more than a facade.
And now it is raining and the frogs are hella loud.

Another day gone
With no sign of relief
Absolutely temporary
But infinite in length
I follow the pattern of the day
But lose myself in the coming of the night
My next new day is still out of sight

I float through memories
Weightless as rocks
I gaze at the darkened skies
Even in the cloudied gloom
I can see the light
I wish on the lonely star
I clench my eyes to conjure my dreams
I return my stare to the skies
The star has moved on.

Drowsy eyes fight their heavy lids
The plant guts cool the pain                
This brings back memories of us as kids
I will never skip sunscreen again

You know that feeling of infinite loss
The sense of suspended reality?
The notion of going unnoticed
Alone, in a crowd?
I dream of that feeling, of not feeling at all
As I prepare for my ultimate fall.

Nothing is wrong with me.
Everything is wrong with me.
My family is healthy.
There is a roof over my head.
I have never wanted anything.
Except, of course, to be dead.