I saw you today
oh love that broke my heart.
As I walked away
I thought of our days apart.

I bet you thought my heart would race,
or bear some feeling of doubt
as from you I turned my face,
and turned my self about.

But, I fought the urge to laugh instead,
I promise my dear, it's true.
Because the new lover in my bed
is better, by far, than you.

I am me,
Trying to survive in this thunderous sea.

I am me,
Writing for the world to see.

I am me,
Who else would I be?

I am the affect,
The effect.

I am me,
Rather awed.

I am me,
Often odd.

I am me,
Pea of the pod.

I am me,
I am I.

It's when all the lights turn off that the demons come out
I'm not talking about the ones under your bed
or the ones in your closet
but the ones lurking in the back of your mind.
All the thoughts you never knew you had
all the insecurities held deep within
come creeping behind you and tap you on your shoulder.
Don't turn around.

It's the quietest hour of the night that's the loudest of all.
All the mistakes you have made
and all the bad habits you thought you could break
scream at you so loud that your eyes sting
begging you to come back to them once again.
Don't turn around.

Face forward.
Inhale. Exhale.
Walk- with one foot in front of the other
Walk right past broken dreams,
words you regret saying- or not saying,
failures, underestimations and doubts
walk right past the people holding you back
the insults, fears, and let downs.
And, most importantly.
Don't turn around.

i put my arms up above my head as my heart sank below my bed

and i asked God to take the pain away -

to help me up, to show me he was there at my worst.

multiple times, in multiple ways i asked, i begged,

and just like life he made me wait until weakness seized control,

and i let my hands drop hail from the sky, heavy and cold.

and i slowly fell over to the barren of my bed

and layed there with negativity eating my soul, and blackness filling my heart, i layed there

and the waterfall poured, and my heart raced, and you still, werent, there.

Maybe* you will read this but probably not
Maybe you give a **** but that isn't likely either
Maybe you're just as hurt as I am but there's just
No
Way
You're as ****** up as me
But maybe I'm wrong
Maybe you really do care just a bit
No. That's not a possibility.
Where was I going with this...?
****

Oh, that's right, maybe you hate me and my music and my writing
Or the way you still think of me how I think of you
And maybe we're both just sick of it and want it to *******
STOP

*But maybe
Just maybe
I don't give a **** and it's time for me to care for myself the way you never could nor will

Don't sleep with her-
Love her.
Don't smile at her-
Hug her.

If you're there then let yourself be known,
She'll only understand if she is shown.

Don't just look, touch.
And don't, don't ever, think too much.