Depression is living in a snow globe.
Trapped within the glass like a prisoner.
Staring at the world before you.
As you brace for the storm to hit.

Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.

I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.

When you thought lies
are better to be heard
than the truth,
when you close your eyes
but you could not still
find paradise.

When life are full of scars
and words do not
rhyme at all,
when you feel jaded,
when you feel cheated,
never let go.

True love finds
its way to hold on,
just hold still,
you are just broken
but not lost.

This love you watched
born in the fire of everything
that is destructive,
you knew the changes
but you welcomed the chaos.

When you tried to forget
all the memories,
but you failed,
when all the beauty
inside your world
turned into madness.

When you fear
for the moon
to disappear tonight,
when you feel jaded,
when you feel cheated,
never let go.

True love finds
its way to hold on,
just hold still,
you are just broken
but not lost.

My visions of future nightmares;
staring the ones I hold closest
to my beating heart.

Leave me paralyzed with the fear.
Of tragedies, yet to happen.
Things people shouldn't know
but somehow I've managed,
to be thrown in the medium.

It's like someone or something,
is trying to show me uncharted territory.
Curiosity killed the cat.
But sometimes we've been chosen by
forces greater than ourselves to serve a higher purpose.
Before we can even think of coming home.

Feeling worthless is a popular trend
these days, it's hard to tell.
Who is your friend
and who is your foe.
Trying to turn the other cheek
is proving to be one of the hardest things,
I've ever done.

My faith in you
is dissipating.
Like boiling water
disappearing into steam.
No, this isn't a dream.
The truth isn't always kind.
Kind of like you.

I felt your envious eyes,
whisper tales of my true rank in life.
Untouchable, the dirt you wouldn't
grace your spit with.

A well fabricated quilt of lies.
To smother my heart and hold it
captive in the fires.
Of pure narcissism and self hatred.
Long after you left me here.

May our souls both find their peace.
Respectfully and may our hearts as dark and broken as they may be.
Mend themselves in the warmth, love and truth of the Sun once more.