My therapist told me to think of three good things to describe me
Nothing came to mind
I thought and thought, but nothing good
So I told her I was thoughtful
She asked for another and I spoke in a whisper
Remembering what my grandmother always told me
That I was kind
She looked at me, that therapist of mine
With a look that tried to be understanding and fine
And asked for one more word
Which was really hard
For there was nothing less
So I said I was deep
For there seemed to be
A hole that dug
So low
It left me empty

My therapist thought she understood the words I gave her
But she never really knew at all

Funny things are happening
Funny things are falling

Some things stay the same
Some change for the worst

There is no silence
To the deaf ears

There is no sight
In the seeing eyes

There is no blood pumping
In these hearts of ours

Funny things are happening
Funny things are falling

Some have been left broken
Some have be arised

Both have been affected
By these ignorant eyes

How do we breath in the scent of forgiveness and never once think to ask if it was willingly met?

How do humans function with one another when there is so much prejudice and turmoil?

How does the wind so simply carry away all of our pains when there's nothing to keep it steady?

How does love conquer all when its all just a fictionalized lie?

How am I here when I should be there?

How is my heart still beating when there is no value in the life that I live?

How can I love when all I ever been met back with is the force of friendship?

Dear Mom,

I despise you, and I think you should just
die and decay 'til you're nothing but dust,
Get out of my face and my home and my life,
Nothing you are has value.

In my 16 years there is nothing you've done,
No demons you've fought with, no battles you've won,
That can make you seem worthy of jack **** from me,
Because you're so ****** repugnant.

Strangers on the street don't get the stream of hate I give you,
And you can cry and beg all you want,
But this campaign of denigration
is all yours, Mommy.

No, there doesn't have to be a reason why.

We let each other go
With the wisp in the silence that was in between
You had hurt me so deeply
But you'll never know
For it was time to let go

There are no hard feelings,
No second guesses,
You did what you said
For the first time ever

And trust me
It was a breath of relief knowing that we were free
From these bounds that we once called home

I'm sorry that it didn't work out how we wanted it to
Or how we imagined it would be
But that was for the best

I wasn't made to be in your life forever
And that's okay
People change

However the world still stays the same
It'll still rotate on its axis
And the world would move on

This isn't such a bad thing,
We left a mark together in our own worlds
In our own way
That's what matters most

Our time has come to a close
But that is not such a bad thing
It was for the best, my long lost friend

I wouldn't change a thing

This is goodbye, my friend

I wish you the best