The pain. 
The agony. 
The tenseness of your body. 
The rage. 

Everything inside is burning. 
Everything raging inside. 
Everything out of control. 
Everything inside is chaos. 

Your body is mad. 
Your body is crazy. 
Your body is weak. 
Your body is terrified. 

To cry alone. 
To lay alone. 
To pray alone. 
To die alone. 

Rage going crazy. 
Rage is on fire. 
Rage is mad. 
Rage is taking over. 

Bliss is sweet. 
Bliss is perfect. 
Bliss is rare. 
Bliss is fleeting. 

Fear is hateful. 
Fear is terrible. 
Fear is common. 
Fear is there. 

Weakness taking over. 
Weakness fighting for you. 
Weakness dying inside you. 
Weakness is you. 

Fighting inside consumes you. 
Fighting outside loathes you. 
Fighting everywhere reaps you. 
Fighting is you. 

Failure isn't an option. 
Failure is a path. 
Failure is in us all. 
Failure is imminent. 

Leadership is in us all. 
Leadership is dangerous. 
Leadership is for a good soul. 
Leadership isn't meant for all. 

Goodness is a great thing. 
Goodness is an uncommon thing. 
Goodness is hard to find.  
Goodness is easy to make. 

Brokenness is my thing. 
Brokenness makes you stronger. 
Brokenness builds you up. 
Brokenness defines us all. 

Happiness is so amazing. 
Happiness makes us better. 
Happiness makes us wake up. 
Happiness is all we need. 

Love is a wondrous being. 
Love is only a rarity. 
Love will fill your soul with goodness. 
Love can make the worst the best. 

For us all we shall be happy. 
We will all be respectful. 
We will all be happy. 
We will all fail. 

The key is to accept some defeats. 
The key is to be all you can be. 
The key is to disperse from bad. 
The key is to embrace the greatness.

I wanna fly.
I wanna be able to touch the sky.
I wish I could soar.
I want nothing more.

I wish I could go through outer space.
I could go at my own pace.
I wouldn't have to rush things.
I could wait and see what the cosmos brings.

I wish I could touch the stars.
The entire universe could be ours.
We could do what we want with ease.
Can we not ruin this please?

To be young is amazing.
Getting older is a sad, but enlightening feeling.
You can do things freely as young kid,
But get a feeling of gratitude by growing up.

Being young and feeling old is a very interesting feeling.
It makes you feel grown up and accepted.
Wanted.
Needed.

Being old and feeling young is interesting.
I haven't gotten old yet, but I'm old enough to know.
I'm not going to like it.
I'd rather be young and wild
Than old and mild.

To put in perspective,
You get one shot to make it right.
You get one chance to be effective.
Just one.

You think you get infinity,
But that's where you're wrong.
You need to make it to affinity.
We tend to sit back and wait.

You miss so many chances.
Opportunities leave because you were lazy.
You disregard all the glances.
The glances telling you to go.

Never wait around for things to happen.
You get held down instead of moving.
When you wait, things get misshapen.
I will never wait around again.

I know this place.
This dark, horrid place.
This place is nothing but a nightmare.
A nightmare that eats me away.

I go round and round trying to get away.
Each time it's different.
Each time I feel different.
I know how to leave, but I feel at home.

I know it isn't right calling it home,
But where else do I have to go?
Who else can I turn to?
Who can I turn to besides the Dark?

No one cares enough to stay as much.
No one knows me better than it.
Maybe I do belong here.
In this scary nightmarish place.

It can't be true though.
I know someone will get me out.
Someone will keep me from walking right back in.
They will be my hero.

They will never be forgotten.
I will cherish that person forever and ever.
I need a savior to rescue to me.
I can feel them getting closer to me now...

Forget about the bad things you've done.
The promises to yourself you've broke.
Forget them.
The choices that may be immoral.
Forget them.
The fights you've started.
Forget them.
The selfish deeds you've done.
Forget them.
The pain you have stored inside.
Forget that.
You are new and free to begin a new life.
Don't forget that.

Whether people know it or not,
We all have thoughts of a plot.
A plot so terrible to say,
One that'd be bad to play.
It's our imaginations at best,
The creativity at crest.
The flowing of emotion,
Such a terrible notion.
My imagination is crazy,
Although sometimes it gets a little lazy.
Who wants to go off the deep end?
Well I guess it all depends.
Putting my mind at work is nice.
It makes me feel as cool as ice.
I like going at things I like.
It's like when I take a hike.
When I walk,
I tend to talk.
I talk to myself of course.
It has an incredible force.
It's as if it I talk to the perfect friend.
One who is there.
One who will always care.
I love that person.