Something lights from within
And a fire boils my blood
I have seasonal feeling
Let's make it known to everyone

There's nothing I can do
When spring turns to summer
And summer fades into fall
Finally I reach winter
The one I've been waiting for most of all

You never really had feelings for me
So I pretend you do
When the world reached that season
That I fell in love with you

I came here to escape
To find refuge in people like me
Guess I ran for no reason
Because they found me here
I ran from life
From things that caused to much pressure
But I ran for nothing at all
Because here they are

As the dull whispers of night
Become hopeless to obtain
I run here
Try to find my escape
But the trees touch my hair
Comb through all of my problems
And the mountains block the sun
Just another thing that I've been running from

My escape was fun while it lasted
I ran for all my might
But they have found me here
All of the problem that I ran from

I look upon the other side of the world,
And I can still see you

In the darkest shades of the nights
Within the seven continents and the seven seas
Inside the busy streets and the dead cities
Even if my sight is fading into grey
I can still see you

But when I look at you directly in the eyes
It's like you're not even there

All of the people around me want me to be happy
I can't say that I don't deserve it
But it certainly is hard to write it
I wanted to have full control
To have the reader in my grasp
I wanted to see them writhe with pain
That I will always have

I don't let go of my past
It will never truly fade
Even though I should let it go
I can never truly move on
Sometimes I just want other people to hear me out
To understand that I am who I am for a reason

I wanted to write a poem for happiness
But for me, I think that it can never truly be done

I told him the other day what I was feeling
He looked me in the eyes and left me where I was standing
He has a way of making me smile
While I cry on the inside
And the odd ability of making me mad
When I'm ecstatic just to be in his space

It felt so good to finally be known
Even if was right in front of his girl
But what do I care
When the feelings I have eat me up
I have to say something before I am eaten alive
And it that is telling you that I love you
That's just what's going to happen

There was nothing I could do
As the knife sunk into your flesh
I was unaware
Of all the pain that I was causing you
The blade that I had
Steadily sinking into you skin
And there was nothing I could do
But say sorry and beg for acceptance from you

I'm so sorry that I hurt you
I never meant you any harm
Sorry for all of the lies that I told
And sorry for the times that you believed them

But there was nothing I could do
As the blade I wielded broke your flesh
And the marks that I made deepened
Causing so much pain

But there was nothing that I could do
There was nothing to be done that could possibly save you

We sit here waiting, telling you to write
So we can read something that makes us feel inside
But when the author is in pain
We feel the most
Because pain is the easiest thing to feel
We can all relate
We sit amazed as we are cut by the author's blade

I've wrote enough poems to entertain a country
I've let people with a knife made of words left twisted in their chest
Some of them guak and wonder how they found entertainment
My words are harsh
They are blunt
But my blade made of words
Is enough to entertain all of us