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Never been perfect
always a mess
your list of ***** ups is
so much longer than achievements
And you walk through life
Like an unwritten tragedy

It's okay to be you
Because I love you
It's okay to be a mess
because we all are
and your biggest achievement is
how you are not hiding!
you show this world every day
how big your heart really is.

It's okay to be you
and not just because I love you
And you're not just a mess
but a work
in progress
I never see your pain
Knowing it must be there doesn't change that
You seem fine
I must seem un-caring to you

I heared your story
I never assumed it was over
but I've never asked about it since
afraid to steer-up this topic

So often I'm clueless about the pain I cause in others
Just by not focusing on them
Just by assuming they're okay
just because it's easier to not think about

I'm very sorry
and that won't change your pain
As I travel with my dreams
There are imaginary places to visit
Through the tunnels of thoughts
Sliding down with ease and delight
Towards the heart of created spaces
Feeling light as air, I fly carelessly
Like an albatross with expansive dreams
I soar above the imaginary lands
Where all the situations are more real
A reality, that is more affectionate
With hope in my heart, I fly along
Carefree and deep satisfaction
One day I can replace this reality
With the one that is more vicious
I love to travel with my dreams
My heart says, I shall be heard one day
I can be the architect to build another world
A reality where everyone life can thrive
I am pushing myself
To the breaking point
It's closer than you know
I am like a grenade
Pin pulled, thrown
Waiting to explode
Don't get too close
Don't get too near
I don't want to hurt you
The further you are
The safer you'll be
There is nothing you can do
Nobody sees
The hurt
The pain
The loneliness
Nobody sees
The cracks
The strain
The sadness
To them
She's just another girl
Caught up in the tide
Thrown about by the waves
And left alone to die

Nobody sees
The cuts
The bruises
The seeping wounds
Nobody sees
The stitches
The sutures
The bleeding heart
To them
She's just another lost soul
Struggling to survive
Fighting a battle, a war
Waiting for help to arrive
can paint
in the spaces
my thoughts

I'll patch
up the holes
your dreams
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