I once tried to write you
A letter, a message.
One that would have
Made you realize
How I felt.
How I feel.
I never sent
You that letter.
I couldn’t figure out
What words to say
And the eraser marks
And teardrop stains
Smudged out the
Only good ones I had left.
I only hoped for you
To realize that
You meant something
To me and everyone else.
I should have sent it,
Because now
You’ve left me
In sorrow and despair.
I’m the one who found you,
Shriveled up and
Soaked in my tears.
The tears from realizing
That I could have saved you
If I had only sent
That ******* letter.
Now I’m being forced
To write that letter,
Only this time
It has a different meaning.
One that bids farewell,
And grants an apology.
I can not bear to be here
Any longer
All I feel is sadness
And longing.
It is my fault that
You aren’t here,
Because I never sent you
My only letter of love.

Prozac
It’s my own drug
Like a personalized brand of *******
Bringing me high as a kite
Not on the effects of a narcotic
But on fake happiness

Prozac
Almost as addictive as ****
Leaving me with an ache behind my eyes
When it fades away it leaves me with nothing
No protection, no refuge from the insanity
Only me
Only me
Only me
Only me
Only me.

Prozac
Oh how I breathe for you
I desire to be carried away from this hollow place
This empty room
This cold-hearted house
Fly me away
Allow me to perch upon your pure white wings
And get taken to a place that doesn’t exist

make the world a happy place take away the war

make it safe to live.  live in peace once more.

happy and content just a world thats free

safe from any harm the way that it should be.



let the world unite no matter what the race

fill the world with freedom in each and every place.

everyone unite let us live as one

a safer place to live in with all the violence gone