You haven't climbed the branches of hate
Disguised as a mansion
That are wrapped tight around
My once, young lungs
Playing a numb song:
"Ra-pa pum-pum."

No one sees it's a ******* up world, even a blind man could see

That to fake happiness you have to be who others expect you to be

My friends all laugh and hang around, you don't need water to be drowned

I live in a place where my soul is repeatedly *****

A school, a prison where there is no escape

I wouldn't have fallen if he didn't push me first

But through the abuse I found peace that wasn't supposed to be found

It's that you can see a lot clearer when you're back's on the ground

There are two kinds of people in the world

Those who divide everybody into 2 kinds of people and those who don't

Some extroverts talk so much but say so little

Some introverts talk so little but say so much

I opened my mouth to his and tried to take him in so deep that my

soul, if I had one, might remember what my brain forgot.

But all of a sudden, I tasted salt between my lips and realized water

was streaming copiously from my eyes.

"Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe, as it gives

back life to those who no longer exists."

Just like everyone I loved.

"The reason why fragrances are beautiful is because they cannot be

seem. Perfumes may be the only beauty that can be felt with your eyes

closed. For those who are sick of our world's desire for visual beauty,

I believe it can be a source of comfort."

Which is worse?

Being present but your presence not felt?

Or being absent and your absence not acknowledged?

People think a soulmate is your perfect fit
and that's what everyone wants.
But a true soulmate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

It's what EVERYONE sees and what NOBODY thinks about.

a witness to the yells or shouts
a witness to the pattern of "oh okay" and "GET OUT!"

a witness to tears and uproars
a witness to hurtful words and slamming doors

on the outside i'm holding it strong all together
but the demons are as unpredictable as the weather

it's like being in space and trying to breathe air
when they preach about the future i don't really care

"no one knows what's worse drowning beneath the waves or
dying from the thirst."
my life is altered because of this, the cheerful 5 year old is the person that I miss

The changes were so sudden I don't blame you for not seeing, but what you don't understand is that I'm a human being

A violin player:
Plays a song
Builds a smile
She seems okay and
Strums denial
'Practice makes perfect'
With a bow of "I'm fine"
Choose your performance and sing a lie
And upon that hill
Tie your voice
Pull on violin strings
Self-destruction such a beautiful thing