No one said it would be easy,
But no one said it would be this hard,
To not hear your voice or see your face,
To not feel the beating of your heart.
Everything about me is a haunting reminder
Of you and everything you’ll never be,
My eyes, my smile, my hair, my laugh
All screaming that you’re not here with me.
I know how selfish I must seem
Wishing that God hadn’t called you home so soon,
But how am I supposed to grow up right
Asking all my questions to an empty room?
Seven years have passed so quickly
And I can remember the final moments so clearly,
I wish I could have shown you more
That I loved you so dearly.
No one said it would be so hard
That I would regret all I hadn’t given
I should have savored every moment more
Before you left me for heaven.

Do you believe in love at first sight?
The explosion of light in endless night.
A warm outpour of glow in the dark,
Yellow, pink, and green living sparks.
All raining down on a dying heart,
Cauterizing where it's been ripped apart.
Do you believe that hands can heal?
Filling spaces between fingers that refuse to feel.
Sending out a shock in a single caress,
Up the spine to a brain that must confess,
That feeling isn't so bad with someone other,
Touching the skin of an electrified lover.
Do you believe in the impossible?
An emotion so fierce and unstoppable.
Also soft in the most peculiar way,
Able to brighten the darkest days.
A feeling so great it could only come from above,
Do you believe in love?

Blacken the room,
Fill it with rage.
Fists like iron
In the war you wage.
Scream for nothing,
You'll shout it loud.
His hands are bleeding,
Does it make you proud?
Crawling like ants
Under the skin,
Your wrath is a hammer,
Let the swinging begin.
Now you stand alone
In the wake of your hate,
Wish you could take it back,
Isn't it too late?

Divide and conquer,
Bludgeon the whole.
Engulf the masses,
Malice untold.
Blood on the ground,
Screams in the air.
A ghost in iron armor,
Approach if you dare.

Out of this town
With its worn out dreams,
I will drown
In the radiant sunbeams.
Away from this
All the hollow people,
I will not be named
As part of the sheeple.
Making my mark
On a city so free,
I will embark
I will be.

We spent hours in a room
No windows and no door,
Carving with rusty knives
And begging for more.
The mouths we created
Ghosts on our pale arms,
Vomited up dark secrets
Red as fire alarms.
We spent those days alone
Together in heart,
Now we walk crowded streets
With ghosts on our arms.

The dirt rises far up above my head
The worms laugh; I will soon be dead.
My shovel is far beyond my grasp
Filth fills up my lungs as I gasp.
Who’s hand to lift me from this cold grave?
Who’s but the one which to all I gave.
But this saving hand no longer comes
Dirt continues to gag my lungs.
How can I escape this hole I made
When I created this fate

With shovel and *****?

I’m certain you know how it feels to watch her die.
I’m sure you remember asking God why.
I’m positive you held a hand that grew cold.
I know you cried that she would never grow old.
I’m assured you dreamt of her smiling embrace.
I believe that you miss seeing her lovely face.

I’m certain you scream when no one will hear.
I’m sure you distance yourself from what’s dear.
I’m positive you hate letting others close.
I know you’re scared of being abandoned most.
I’m assured you can’t look at complete families the same.
I believe that you can’t even bear to say her name.

I’m certain you’re haunted by her last smile.
I’m sure you thought it would last quite awhile.
I’m positive you tried to blame the nurse.
I know you are aware the disease was a curse.
I’m assured that you know she’s better off now.
I believe that you will recover someday, somehow.