Is there any way
I can get out
Of this little hell
I am living in

You* are,
My Bottle of sunshine,
You are,
therapy for the mind,
For the soul.

Hell, YOU may be the reason why
Flowers grow.

To see you broken,
To see you bruised,
To be unable to fix your wounds..
To sit and *watch, while you're so aloof
This, a battle I'd HATE to lose

I'd climb mountains,
I'd cross seas,
To see you,
again at Ease,

I'd walk a million and one miles
To see you break into a grin, a smile.
I'd try, a million and one times
If for once,
I could be the one

*Your Bottle of Sunshine

I tried to put my pen to paper
To explain how I felt
But nothing happened
No words came out
It stayed empty
And completely blank
But somehow, somehow
That explained it perfectly

I've been waiting
for you
longer than I've
been alive

She is hiding
Lying
Locked up in her room
Alone
And trying
To stop the sense of doom
The darkness
Is pressing
On her very heart
The demons
And devils
Are tearing her apart
The tears
She's crying
Are falling down her face
Her heart
Is beating
So faint there is no trace
And still
Nobody
Can seem to see her pain
Or hear
The hurt
That lances through her brain
But now
It's seems
That we are all too late
She's almost
Gone
Taken away by fate