Driving to work
Feeling a little blue
Thinking about
A life without you

Trying to breathe
Without any air
That's how I'd feel
If you didn't care

Your love is my lifeblood
The fire to my soul
If I didn't have you
I wouldn't be whole

Together forever
On this you can rely
One day without you
I surely would die

Bark stripped from a tree
I tried to smooth them
Make them whole again
So you could only see the rings
But all you wanted were promises
What is in your head?
All this love stuff is too much
It’s too much
It cuts us into little pieces
Or strips of memories
Laid upon the floor
Knowing each other
But living apart
We don’t want to admit it
We are the story
Out of the light
That’s what you said
Turn it off
It’s better that I don’t see all of that
That’s what you said
Just make your mistakes with me
Make another layer out of what’s left
It probably will feel good
You know how to fake it
You know how to make yourself
But you need pieces of me to do it right

Thank you for staying alive today.
Thank you for waking up
and stretching your branches up to heaven
even though sometimes they’re too weak
to grow and reach further.
Thank you for opening your eyes
even though sometimes
the darkness is more peaceful than the light.
Thank you for deciding to take in oxygen
and never letting out of it,
never holding your breath,
Ready to dive in to the day
Ready to drown,
Ready to fight back the waters.
Thank you for staying here.
Because you matter to me,
to your friends,
to your family,
And that is enough.
You are enough.
Always.
Thank you for being a fighter.
even though sometimes you feel like
nobody notices,
nobody cares,
nobody appreciates,
and that the world is continuously
Stepping on your fingers from holding on.
Thank you for going into the world with bloodied bandages
on your arms and feet
Everyday may be a battlefield
You get wounded.
You feel that you’re weak
But wounds are not your kryptonite.
They can only make you stronger.
Because you know better
I understand that you’re below empty
I understand that you don’t want to do this anymore.
I understand how it feels like when you just want everything to stop.
But the truth is this
Life may not be the most beautiful thing in this world for you right now
but maybe someday you'll understand
that life needs to throw you into the fires,
scorch your skin,
burn your flesh,
for you
to be
reborn.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tirèd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expirèd.
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see;
Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel, hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
    Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
    For thee and for myself no quiet find.