It's amazing how you teach me to fly,
by leaving me up high in the sky.
You taught me how to weave my own wings
from the strings
of false hope you gave me.

I've become too dependent
on the wings I created.
But not once did they falter,
they kept me gliding through the air,
reaching the clouds.
I'm filled with bliss.

While the beauty of the sky intrigues
your wondrous eyes,
I hope you hear me from above.
All my greatest gratitude,
from the sky's highest altitude.

I am grateful that you have taught me
how to fly and be free.
Because of you,
I am now one with the sky
that you look upon,
day and night.

In this storm I can't seem to see you,
I can't feel your presence,
Only cold rain and clouds,
I can see the breath of ghosts,
Maybe that's what you've become....

Teachers at my school don't understand, why in the world would your anti-depressants make you be confused?
They think I should be confused about algebra or what the word agate means.
They don't think that I have my problems, they don't think someone as happy as me would self-harm.
They say I'm a good student, they don't know me.