I want to be okay
I need to be okay
I will pretend for as long as I can
So I don’t disappoint those around me
Who need me
Want me
To be okay

I'm fooling myself in this game called life,
so I go to pick up a knife.
Why does being happy have to hurt?

While I'm trapped inside this prison of pain,
my eyes slowly begin to rain.
Who will come save me before it's too late?

I feel the metal freeing my skin,
though the metal is a piece of tin.
Why is no one here to help?

I feel the blood drip from my thigh to the floor.
I cry while I lie down on all four.
Does anyone even care that I am ripped open?

In the morning, my mother calls my name.
Well, to me, this was no game.
I'm sorry, I'm already gone.

Standing amidst wildfire,
I am simply an ember.
Not the flame,
Not the smoky haze,
But such inside.

Standing amidst blizzards,
I am simply a flake.
Not the wind,
Not the frigid air,
But such inside.

Standing amidst earthquakes,
I am simply a pebble.
Not the rocks,
Not the fervent shake,
But such inside.

Standing amidst this life,
I am simply a viewer.
Not the praised,
Not the powerful voice,
But such inside.

Standing amidst myself,
I still prevail.
Not the weak,
Not the failing girl,
But such outside.

I listen to the rain falling down
my eyes fill with tears but I don't know why
The quiet sound of silence illuminates the air as the feeling of sadness emerge from my heart
A midnight crow sits on my window staring back at me
A creature so misunderstood, whose beauty lies past what the eye can see
The rain reflects the piercing moon that surrounds the midnight divide
A night so beautiful, so divine
How nostalgic it is to be here
This place where I can embrace the fear
dwelling in the abyss of my deepest sorrow

lord
i
don't
know how
but
there
is
freedom
at
the
edge
of
these
sweet clouds

If you were to ever look at me, what would you really  see?
I am not a typical person. I have a dream.
Society tells you to be a perfect person inside and out, but they need to see who we are.
Society tells you not to be gay or atheist.
My dream, is to make you see that you are not alone in the fight for acceptance.
Society will put you down, but the real fight is to love yourself.
Tell the people putting you down to *******, because you love you.
You need no recognition of who you are to be happy.
Look in the mirror and say get the hell out of the way because this is me.
A true dream, a fight, for pure happiness will never end.
But it all starts with you.