This out of tune piano,
knows just how I feel.
Each key I play,
cries in disharmony.

No difference in the keys,
than in my life today.
No difference in my mind,
than what I play.

Broken rhythms and fragmented thoughts,
are all I have left in this splintered heart.

Why can't I find myself?
Why can't I find a way?
Why can't I live my life
without feeling my life has frayed?

The ends are frayed.

****
you
for
not
knowing
me
For
not
understanding
For
not
caring
For
breaking
me
down
****
you
f­­or
nothing
For
not
believing
For
not
seeing
For
nothing
****
you­
****
you
****
you
****
you
****
you
and
****
me

Velvet halls,
I can hear them singing.
Just to be home,
would be a blessing.

To hold you in the sheets,
and rub our cold feet,
is all I want right now.

We will grow old,
just not together.

Tell Benjamin that I love him,
and tell my mom she is my world.
Tell my sister I missed her,
and tell my brother he's a ****.

I can feel myself leaving,
don't let me go,
don't let me go,
don't let me go.

I watched as you washed your hands of me,
I can't figure out why you're leaving.

So far from perfect, I am just a man,
but I don't expect you to understand.

The leaves are changing and it's getting cold,
I'll find someone new, or so I'm told.

There's no way to explain how I feel,
my skin is smooth and cold as steel,
my heart is broken and it won't heal,
because of you.

Late nights, late thoughts have me still awake,
I don't know how much more my heart can take.

My blank white walls remind me of your face,
the day you left, you left me in this place,
I hate it.

Tear down the walls and tear up the floors,
I can't live in this house anymore,
need to forget the memories we formed,
inside these walls.
It's finally Fall.

The world is so **** dark, I can't see a thing.
I'm blinded by my own insignificance.
Something tells me I need to run away,
but I can't find the strength to stand.

Broken bones shelter this broken heart,
the outside looks okay, but I'm falling apart.
I'm trying to find the right words to say,
but I know I can't make you stay.

Lacerations on my heart,
you cut so deep,
you left so many scars.
And I thought you were not the girl,
who would take it all and run,
but clearly I was mistaken.

Now I sit here on my doorstep,
thinking of all the spider webs,
tangled up inside my head,
I can't seem to escape.

The more I struggle, the worse it gets,
like I'm fighting an undertow.
I'm fighting for my hopeless life,
maybe I'll just let go.

I hope I die real slow.

It's hard to say how he felt,
when he heard my voice,
when he opened the passenger door,
and sat right next to me.

I wasn't sure,
if what I was doing was a bad idea,
but when that man sat next to me,
I felt quite content.

The rain fell down on the street,
as he looked down at his feet,
I asked him where to go,
and he pointed ahead.

As we drove through the driving rain,
he asked me for my name,
and I told him,
and he said...

"My name is Convicton,
I moved here last year,
with my wife and my kid,
now I live here."

I looked and I smiled,
told him that was neat,
asked where he was from,
then he looked at me...

"I moved here from Haiti,
after the earthquake.
God blessed me with life,
and I'm not going to waste it."

As he told me to turn right,
I asked him why,
why did he move here,
and what made him keep trying.

And he told me, "Gods blessings,
he sends them to me,
in the forms of small things,
in the forms of thee."

And he smiled at me,
as he told me to stop.
I pulled over and told him,
it was nice to talk.

He grabbed his laundry,
and closed the back door.
I looked out the passenger window,
and waved au revoir.

He smiled at me,
and told me "God bless!".
Then he shuffled away,
into his house.

And as shifted into drive,
and slowly drove away,
I smiled and thought,
"one good deed a day".

Satan, please,
look at me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
punish me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
**** me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.

Satan, please,
**** me.
I'm not asking,
I'm begging.