I woke up with you asleep on my legs
I cried because it would never happen again
You were there for me through all of my friends
But I knew the strength you'd never regain

I wanted you to live forever
Even if it was just me and you,regret id never
You were the comfort blanket to my heart
Yeah,the laws of nature we ripped apart

Every time you looked into my eyes
And when I think of it a piece of me dies
Because without a voice you could tell no lies
You showed me a zen path,though young so wise

I think you're the best friend I ever had
And I'm sorry I feel so bad
But we had to stop the suffering,we saw the hurt
We'll still think of you once you're in the eart'

You were so wonderful wild and free
The only thing until this point of you moving on was me
I looked at you and I could plainly see
That this is just the way it has to be

If I could fly on borrowed wings
I'd fly to whom my heart sings
I would list one thousand perfect things
And cover her with gold and crystal rings.

I caught my reflection,but it was not me,
It was an alternate reality staring back you see.
We waved at one another,mirrored interdimensional mimes,
I thought,"does this happen often & how many times?"
What if there has never been reflection,just a window to a parallel reality?
What if it isn't that at all and this is just an onset for skitzopheria and insanity?

Have you ever,
Had someone hold your head out of the gutter of your mind?
Have you ever,
Held someone so tight you want to leave it all behind?
Have you ever,
Loved someone so much you want to love you?
Have you ever,
Felt something so true?

The shadow that I am,blending seamlessly  into a black pit.
It is dark,more so than any home I have dwelled in before.
This time I will not fear,but instead embrace the crushing knowledge that I am more comfortable in misery than I ever was in happiness.
Misery leaves one with the knowing there is nothing to lose.
I am free.

She says she doesn't care
She says she doesn't care that her grades are dropping
She says she doesn't care if her dad hits her
She says she doesn't care that 'he' left her
She says she doesn't care when people criticize her all the time
She says she doesn't care that she has no friends
But, I know she does
I know what she doesn't say
She tries to hide the sadness but her eyes give her away
Whether it's the crimson on her wrists or
The way in which her breathing gets heavier when I walk past her explains it all
She cares because she dances in the rain when everyone takes cover
She is a poem in a world which is still learning the alphabet.