I sit up in my bed, wondering if you feel the same tension that courses through me. Your feet trill in and out of your room, and you leave the hall light on. It illumines the cracks around my door and I wait to see shadowy feet at the bottom accompanied with a faint knock. It never comes.
Is it just me? Am I the only one breaking from our recent distance of souls?
We used to be so in sync, and together we made a harmony that I now can only recall like an aged dream. It seems that we have both switched keys in this song, and now our notes only create dissonance. I was sure our tunes would meet again to compose a grand resolution, but it seems that you stopped listening long ago.

You left a hole in my heart when you said "Goodbye."
I begged at your feet for a reason why.
Your face, stone, showed no sympathy
At the broken pieces you made of me.

You left a hole in my heart when you walked away.
I keep trying to fill it, but it stays the same.
Everyday, a challenge to breathe.
Every second, more depressing.

You left a hole in my heart now that I'm alone.
The darkness consumes my lonely soul.
Happiness is just a faint memory
Of the life I lived when you were with me.

I'm better off without you
I'm really starting to see
Now that time has past
I've dried my tear soaked sleeves

I thought you were my angel
What a cunning disguise
Turns out you were my demon
Crippling my mind

So thanks for the memories
But I'm finally moving on
It seems that to catch my breath
I needed you gone

Why do
the ones
I love
the most
put me
through
the most
torture ?

Life is a mountain.
We're all here trying to climb it, always searching for the top.
There are things that promise to bring us there, such as money or power, but they still leave us climbing.

Most people will spend their lives on this endless hunt for contentment- the top of the mountain.
But there are some who realize that the top of the mountain is only an illusion that keeps us climbing.

You can either spend your life controlled by the climb, or you can execute the only power you possess, and let go.

*Maybe, upon reaching the bottom, there is finally relief.

I'm afraid to speak my mind
because I'm afraid I'll offend
So I keep it all inside
Control the message that I send

They say not to hoard feelings
but don't you dare disagree
Because no answer is wrong
unless it contradicts me

You are a diamond.
Don't sell yourself as silicon.