i
am slowly
falling
in a big hole filled with not
love, but
with air and
you are the only one who can save me.

h
e
l
p

m
e
.

What's wrong with me?
I was fine the other day,
but now my sadness is all in the way.

What's wrong with me?
I have nothing left to say,
I want to be fine
and i want to be okay, but it doesn't seem to work out that way.

What's wrong with me?
Why is it so hard to be happy
when everything in my life is because of me?

What's wrong with me?
Why can't I wake up
and appreciate what's in front of me?
Why am I always wanting more?
What am i missing, why do i feel empty?

Nothing is wrong with me,
not physically,
but it's what you can't see
that is slowly draining the life out of me.

All my happiness gone,
in the blink of an eye;
I have everything anyone could ask for,
so why?

Why am I still sad?
When I have people who love me,
truly;
Why am I still sad,
when I have a person who cares,
a person that has always been there.
Why?

anger takes over
and all i see is red.
if only i could show her
how it feels in my head.

how her being loud
makes my head pound,
how her being clingy
makes me feel too needy;
because i am the same way.

come home, my love.
where you are first priority,
and i next.

come home, my darling.
where you are shown love
at all times.

come home, my love.
where there is light in your eyes
and happiness in your heart.

come home, my darling.
where everything is whole
because you are there.

come back home, my love.
where you are first,
where you are loved,
where you are happy,
because it is where you belong.

always screaming.
always yelling.
always being loud.
you do know that your voice is not the only sound?

i hear the others,
not only yours.
the others in my head,
that pound and pound.
i can hear you,
there is no need to be so loud.

you can be heard
for crying out loud!
you can stop screaming.
you're hurting not only my ears
but also my feelings.

always mad.
always angry.
never at her.
but you should be,
but not at me.
be mad at her.

she's done things wrong,
but no take it out on me.
go ahead, i'm already stressed,
but come on, continue chewing at me.

make sure that your voice
is the only one you hear
make sure i don't make a sound,
why are you coming so near?

"please back up"
"please stop yelling"
"please i'm begging,"
are all things i want to say.
but i can't get a word out
you're too close and in the way.

it wasn't me,
it was her.
but you don't care.
can't you see?
she's got a wicked grin on her face,
because she wanted it to be me.

she isn't being yelled at,
why?
that's not fair.
can't you see her?
she's sitting right there.

but of course not,
it could never be her fault.
just blame the oldest,
she can take it,
she knows how to hide how she feels in the vault.

i've been having dreams,
every one incorporating fire.
whether it be us sitting by the fire,
the flame of a birthday candle,
or the flame lighting the fireworks.

but lately, it seems,
the fires are not as bright.
the fire no longer keeps us warm,
the flame of the birthday candle is blown out,
the flame lights the fireworks putting on a brilliant, beautiful show.

all these are sad at first glance,
but they mean so much more.
after the fire burns out, we go in and go to bed.
after the candle is blown out, the phone is moved from view and the child is smiling with you kissing their head.
after the fireworks go off, we sit there holding hands, about to lean in and kiss on the fourth of july.

fire can be destructive,
it can bring damage that is unrepairable.
fire can be beautiful,
it has so much more meaning than you think.

you light the fire inside of me,
and that is one fire that will never burn out.