I try for now but the past comes back
I can't take that
Ripping me apart it bruises my heart
Grips me tight leaving deep finger marks
Oh the remarks
Oh how we act
All I ask
Why did you do that
Why would heaven decide to hurt my heart
Why couldn't I have us
I was so young
It still makes me cry
At least It gave me a big heart

I would give it all for you if only
It ***** being lonely

A deep blackness covered her sight.
She knew not how long it had been
since she saw the light,
But she knew somewhere in her soul
The light would come and paint the
world in colors,
A warmth of colors of beginnings,
reds, oranges, yellows.
This beginning was called ritausma.
The beginning of the day.

She sees the pain around her,
and understand their fears.
She is far too conscious
of other people's tears.

She hurts herself to cope
with all of these sad stories.
She doesn't understand her thoughts
and is terrified of insecurity.

She learns her thoughts are normal,
and that she is far to kind.
She must not worry,
because her friends are not far behind.

Insomnia day dreams deliver the message
Messing with emotions gets hearts arrested
Blessings disguising as anthropomorphic
Telling me lies, scary times like horror flick
Side notes enabled, let me see you comment
On complimenting verses like toilets to *****
I'm dying to see what it is you can say
Sorry for sincerity is lacking today
Try to be convincing in your words of dismay
Disapproval is common, for me anyway

Let your heart pound as you slip down deep
Not quite a coma, something other than sleep
Rest your heavy eyes as you come undone
You'll need the strength for when the time comes
Unravel your mind, let the brightness glow
Then open your eyes to watch it explode
Just open your eyes is what it comes down to
Open your eyes, insomnia impromptu