I don't think,
I don't listen,
I don't feel.
After multiple forces of impact,
your mind and body become one,
and simply give up.
Your legs stop running.
Your brain stops producing thoughts,
and your heart stops beating.
Your entire body becomes lifeless.
When you give up, and are forced to move on too many times.
It hurts.
And your mind eventually gives up too.
It decides it can't take anymore.
Life is too unbearable,
every choice and every action goes on without a reason.
Life doesn't wait for lifeless people,
It moves on,
While you're still stuck in a maze of problems.
Life and death may work hand in hand,
But they're enemies.
Life moves on to another chapter,
And death picks up the people that just couldn't handle it.

We're all blank canvases,
Just waiting to be filled in.
We all want to be splashed with colors;
We all want to become a master piece.
Globs of color streak the page.
Blue paint drips down,
Showing the pouring rain we all have felt.
The brush moves around the canvas,
Almost without reason.
But making what used to be blank,
just a bit less empty.
Each color adds more personality,
providing depth to the once lifeless idea.
Red color surrounds the positive shades of yellow,
revealing multiple moments of fear and anger.
Every emotion becomes enhanced,
once emotions become sprawled across the page.
The paint of people,
words,
ideas,
can change any blank canvas,
into something beautiful.

Go ahead and pretend like you know,
Just keep adding to the story-
as a thought appears among your mind,
Lies unravel,
and your beliefs of who I am have changed again.
You think you've known-
You think you've seen all this coming,
But I isolated myself from you and your inconsistent beliefs long ago.
I'm writing my own story now,
Like I should have all this time.
Adding to the plot line.
and deleting those characters that never even mattered.
You think you know exactly who I am;
Then why didn't you see this coming?
Our stories aren't the same anymore,
and neither are we.

Go ahead and pretend like you know,
Just keep adding to the story-
as a thought appears among your mind,
Lies unravel,
and your beliefs of who I am have changed again.
You think you've known-
You think you've seen all this coming,
But I isolated myself from you and your inconsistent beliefs long ago.
I'm writing my own story now,
Like I should have all this time.
Adding to the plot line.
and deleting those characters that never even mattered.
You think you know exactly who I am;
Then why didn't you see this coming?
Our stories aren't the same anymore,
and neither are we.

Go ahead and pretend like you know,
Just keep adding to the story-
as a thought appears among your mind,
Lies unravel,
and your beliefs of who I am have changed again.
You think you've known-
You think you've seen all this coming,
But I isolated myself from you and your inconsistent beliefs long ago.
I'm writing my own story now,
Like I should have all this time.
Adding to the plot line.
and deleting those characters that never even mattered.
You think you know exactly who I am;
Then why didn't you see this coming?
Our stories aren't the same anymore,
and neither are we.

My surroundings are so blue,
so clear,
and the heart of yours is oh so near.
I never want to leave this breath-taking sight,
Because those blue oceans sparkle even during the night.
They glow and they shine,
making a pathway directing to your complex mind.
They stop others right in their tracts,
they're more stunning than diamonds-those are the facts.
I can't find my way out,
and that's fine with me.
Being lost in your eyes is where I want to be.

Not everything is always as it seems,
we all fake everything- and go on to make believe.
We all say lies,
and play some games.
Nothing is real,
nothing is as it seems.
Secrets lye under unreal smiles,
we hide them away,
just to play a role,
Just to force our identity to hide away.

An interpretation can throw away one's doubt,
it can stop all your worry.
But nothing is as it seems to be,
and sometimes it's best to choose a different route.
Nothing is ever exactly what lies on the surface,
nothing is ever that easy;
Nothing is ever what it seems to be.