No I'm not doing it because everyone else is
No I'm not wrong
No I'm not worthless

No I don't want your pity
No! shut up!
No I'm not "sad"

No I'm not broken, I'm just different
No you don't know me
No! *******!

No I know what I am
No! ***** you!
No I don't want to be perfect for you

Have you ever felt like your in a pit?
A deep dark pit
That absorbs all light and hope
And you try to climb out of it
Up and up
Towards the light
Towards the happiness
And your almost there
And you can feel you spirit lifting
Stretching for the bright day
But then you misplace your hand
Or the rocks give out under your feet
And you fall
Back down
And you hit the bottom
And you feel like you can't do it again
And all you want to do is curl up in a little ball and cry
And so you lay there and sob
But after a bit you feel stronger
And you try the climb again.

Sometimes you will fall and slip
And sometimes you will reach the top
But no matter what you have to try
You have to climb
Because if you don't
Then you'll be stuck there forever
So try to the climb
Because you can do it.
You are strong.
And I believe in you.

As we're driving i smile and nod
But inside I feel like I'm being torn apart
Like I'm being dragged away
Ripped out of the colors that make up life
As we drive further and further the world is slowly turning grey
Without you in it I feel like I'm fading away
The sunlight is too bright
The air too cold
The blade in my back pocket weighing me down
Calling for my attention
It hurts but I promised to be strong

I feel helpless.
Like I'm gonna lose you.
And that scares me.
I'm afraid.
And lost.
But I know I'm not fragile.
I know I'm strong.
And I know I can do this.
But I'm afraid of losing the ones I love along the way.

A bird sits in a cage.
      Waiting for the day he is set free
               He sings bright and clear at first
        But as the days drag on and on
                The song dims and dips
              He's so alone,
                    So afraid,
                      That he'll never get out.
                     He starts to panic
                   To flutter and fade.
                 He tries to fly away
               But the bars stop him
                       He's trapped.

             My heart is the bird.
                     My ribs the cage.
                           And I'm afraid.
                                So lost and afraid.
                                      Help me fly away.
                                                                         please......

I can't tell you that this life is fair,
I cannot give you all the answers
In this ridiculous and repulsive world,
But I can help you find the answers
That fit your universe, if you want.

She said;
Let's make love under the sun,
Paint eachothers bodies with emotion.
Love is our adventure,
So lets stay young forever.
We can dissolve in eachothers minds,
And stay high on life.
Evaporate like water,
And soar like clouds through the open skies.
Nature is a work of art,
A world in itself.
Let's become one with nature,
Naked in its beauty,
Fragile in its womb.
She twirled to the music in her heart like a butterfly.
She followed the rain,
And sang to the storms.
She had a soul of a gypsy,
A heart of a hippie,
A personality that was wild.
She walked barefoot with freedom,
And hung her spirits high.
Naked in the clouds
where I got high off her love,
And never came down.

With all of that family
How will I survive?
I just can't do it.
How will I stay alive

I love my family
Don't get me wrong.
But two weekends
It's just to long.

I'll do anything
Just tell me please.
I'm begging you
From down in my knees.

Just one week is all I ask
I'm sorry I can't do it.
I'm not up to the task

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.