When the house is asleep in the deep of the night, that is when I cry.
They don't understand because they aren't one of my kind
A reject of the default,
the broken inside.
So hurt and useless in a world so small We wonder if anyone cares at all
Our plea is the same lead us out of this hole they've dug for us
Our souls are empty knickknacks sitting on a forlorn shelf  
Waiting for someone to love us and pick us up from this hell
I see a distant wish granted though it will be too long
So read what I write
this empty hopeless song
for when the house is asleep in the deep of the night, that is when I die.

Sometimes
I wish I could shrink
I wish I could talk to the ants
I wish I could live in their kingdom
sometimes
I wish I could carry a single drop of water in the palm of my hand
just to see how God feels
sometimes
I wish I could shrink
and fall down the drain like the rest of the world.

I've faked a smile for far too long, I thought you were the lyrics to my song. Now I can’t sleep and you are gone. If I could rewind I’d start with a sorry, I know it’s too late now but at least you’ll know. I miss your voice whispering through the snow saying, “I love you, wherever we go.” Calm sea tides slowly turn to a storm and now you’re gone forever there is no more warmth. I miss your scent, wild flowers and berries, making me shiver when I could detect it. We were going to be the ones who made the earth spin and dance around the sun, now we’re just two souls split from one. We lived each day for the other, now we’ll live it for another. Love struck us down and now we know we’ll never be together, heart or soul.

Life springs up from the ashes.

Seeing those buildings fall made the world stand in awe. Not because it's the united states, but because everyone in every place should stand together strong and tall, not watch each other crumble and fall.

This time is why we live our lives in war,
feeling empty at the sound of the wind.
Killing, dying, at the sea and the shore,
weapons and guns are on what we depend.
we see the trials of the painful deaths.
The people under war, the earth in peace.
We ignore the words of peace from the deapths.
The children of love and war do not meet.
We try to stop but hatred makes it last.
Heart to heart we are strong to make a stand.
We see the hate love put into our past.
All our love has been seen to come and land.
Listen to the earth, feel its endless love,
trust in what it says and fly far above.

These wounds are healing quickly, as is my heart. But I will never forget the day our love was at a start. I loved the way you said my name in the sun and in the rain, all of this though, now causes me great pain. I heard the words “the end” and could never handle myself again. I struck the knife against my soul and heard no word following your swift flee. I never knew you wanted to leave, making my heart wilt like a plucked rose. It showed me true love cannot grow from stones. Cold heartless words are all we now exchange; I thought we would never be estranged. Your words once brought life, now all it breathes is strife. I’m living with no words to express my decomposed soul.

Loneliness, a venomous dispair, runs through your viens. It slowly rips you apart. You dont notice until the last drop reaches your fast pounding heart.You then realize what has happened. A gracious rose cuts you with its thorns,a single drop of blood falls, you are saved as the slow moving pioson leaves your body. A single flower has saved your life, and the vile of depression is burried deep within its grave.

Time is memories wrapped up in space, moving by so quickly it's hard to relax. It makes love break your heart in a matter of seconds and life to wrap up before it begins. You don't expect the unexpected because it moves like a train flying through your hands and leaving you dazed and you don't understand why you can't take hold of your love and your life til it nearly ends, but one thing you know is the time-the memories-last in the end. So make the memory of your life last and don't move on too fast.