I'd like to say that dreams come true

And some believe they really do

But dreams can end quickly and horribly to

I hope thats not the cace with you...

Depression hit in the A.M.
Feeling on edge,
like I'm meant to be in an asylum.
Tears flooded my cheeks and my fists clenched.
A flashback with a razor played in my head;
a memory that wasn't meant to be missed.
But Déjà vu came into play when I grabbed the sharpest knife
with the most painful ridges to rid my inner strife.
I pressed it deep into my skin
but my skin wouldn't slit.
I kept trying, grinding the blade against my wrist.
Feeling all the pain yet it wouldn't budge;
I knew there had to be somebody watching over me from above.
So I put back the most dangerous knife,
that only left the slightest bump,
to remind me I deserve to go on with life;
there's no need to be rough.
So this one's to my God, and the angels surrounding me,
thank you for the love and protection.
I was blind to it but now I see.

I left you
For no good reason
(I mean, apart from the plane tickets)
I left in our in-between season
Not just physically;
I checked out before then.
I checked out emotionally;
And my god did you know!

You kicked and screamed
You've got a sailor's mouth
Ranging from "******* anyways." To "please,we'll work something out."
It was the best thing for you
I knew you'd meet someone real
Only I didn't know how badly others would treat you, didn't know the deal.
They held you and hurt you
They caressed and scraped
They kissed and bit;
And a hollow girl they made

But I'll stay for now,if only through
Poetry and codes;
And maybe someday again,
We'll intertwine our roads.

. . . That I want our story back.

Tell life that she can have her stars. . .
She can have the moon, the sun, and the ocean. . .
She can have all of it back.
I just want you.

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?