You were the type of person who loved dancing in the rain.
Laughter and the smell of daisies followed you everywhere
I don't think you owned a sweater that wasn't oversized
You would leave pressed flowers in all of my books, and I still find them today
I never would have imagined how terrible life without you is
If only life came back to people who deserved it, people like you.
No one except for me knew that behind the daisies and the oversized sweaters, you were hurting
You wore the sweaters to hide yourself
You were ashamed
You never wanted anyone else to hurt, so you spent your time fixing others instead of yourself
I tried to help you but I failed
And I hate myself for letting you hurt
I know I musn't dwell on the past, but it's hard when that's the only thing keeping you alive is my mind

father
why do you hurt me
you say you will be there
than you leave
in and out of jail
you come and go outta my life
you break me down
i cry and plead
daddy please don't go
stay for a little while
let me have hope
instead you pick up the pills
and pop them inside your mouth
you pass out
than wake up
and start all over again
this never ending cycle
i cant take much more

Owned, it is what you are
By god, you must listen
Everyone needs to
You have to bow

True, you once were free
How? You couldn't understand them
Emptiness is what now fills you
Mark of death awaits if you don't pay attention

Owned, that is you
Really, what could you ever expect?

Excess thoughts are ridiculed
Living under is better than dying free
Some don't believe that
Exactly that many are gone

I remember all those years ago,
You said, “Don’t grow up too fast.”
I remember us watching the fireflies glow,
But the past is now the past.

You picked me up and spun me round,
You tucked me into bed.
With you I was always safe and sound.
Now I follow where I’m led.

I remember us playing in the sand.
You always made me laugh.
I wish I could always hold your hand.
But I walk a different path.

I find it hard to turn away,
It makes me want to cry.
A part of me just wants to stay,
But it’s time for me to fly.

A brand new season has begun.
I don’t know where time has gone,
But my eyes are on the rising sun.
It’s time to journey on.

If you don’t love me , I can take it
I only ask you
Spare me one more night
Just let me love your lies a little longer

A loveless kiss hurts less
Than a reality fuelled bite.

My pupils scatter and drag.
I dream and eat the round, brown beads
In fitful sleep, my tongue pale and sallow.
This consciousness will not float.
The lids clatter shut like a kettle drum cooker,
A thing alive inside, more or less.
There is an echo,
Scuttle, and a cough. Strangers in the cellar.
There is no rightness to this, only sacrilege.
The unjust man chatters in my skull.
"Go home, go home!", I cry.
The sense of it all withers with the passing of the years.

you may be gone,
but at just the sound of your voice,
i become your little girl again
and lose myself
in the hidden memories
of the past.

a lot can happen in
f i f t e e n  d a y s

you could go on a vacation
you could get married
you could give birth
you could buy a house
you could get a new job
you could make a new friend

there's so much you can do in
f i f t e e n  d a y s

what did I do in those fifteen days?
I tried to take away my next fifteen days
and all of them thereafter.