everyone wants to be the moon
touch the stars
and kiss the sun

everyone is secretly sad
that sad gleam in their eyes
confusion covers it all

I don't want the moon
I don't want the sunrise

I want my broken heart fixed
I want the voices to quiet down

trying my hardest
everyone looks away
dealing away
with their mess

to busy helping ourselves
we don't look at eachother

This residence is haunted
By no one but myself.
My room; a silent kingdom;
Yet is prison, and is hell.
Still-life inside a chrysalis;
My own skin forms a crypt.
The struggle to break free
Entombs me further yet.
It’s not that I am scared
Of the worlds’ one thousand things -
I’m scared that I will free myself
To find I have no wings.

I'm willing to fight but are you?
I don't want us to end, but do you?
I've always been the one to reach out,
But if I wait will you ask me?
Do you blame me for leaving, when you were the one to go?
Are you mad that I didn't try to fix this ,
When you are just as capable?
Why am I always the one trying...
Should I just give up?