Your eyes are black
They're the tunnel to your soul
I feel a crack
I feel a hole
I feel my eyes
They're red and wet
I know your lies
I know my regrets
I feel us falling
Through the sky
I feel us crying
I feel me fly
I know it's late
It's 3 am
But I feel like I'm dying
As I transcend
Up and up into the air
And watch below as you all stare
I feel like nothing
Am I ghost?
Is this the exhilaration
I crave the most?

When did loving yourself
Become so hard?

On the verge of
A nervous breakdown
Hyperventilating
Falling apart
Collapsing
Breaking
Dying
Tears
But
I'm still
Faking that
******* smile

Grow up princess
This is not your kingdom to rule

Home is a fire
And it's suffocating me
The orange flames dance the tango
As your favorite vase that sat by the window shatters to the ground
And the black smoke burns my eyes
I hear the tears in your voice
The house is shaking
It's going to collapse
And your voice is thunder
Your screams violent
Home is a fire
And
I'm suffocating inside
I'm crawling trying to escape
But I'm too scared to move
Because I'm trying to listen
To the secrets of the Flames
And I'm trying to figure out
What caused this fire
It's all murmurs
It doesn't matter anyway
There is a fire refusing to seize
And now it's left me here
I'm just trying to breathe
But home is a fire
And I'm suffocating inside.

I was jealous of the way he looked at her,
Envious because she got to stare into the beautiful gentle eyes
I craved the way he held her tight, slightly protected, stabilizing himself onto her
Dying for the way she clutched onto his arm, keeping herself steady on him
Obsessed by the way they clinged to each other
Wishing it was me
Wishing it wasn't her