I've heard people talk of
the power there is in
destroying something gentle,

but I think that I will always,
always, let voices of autumn
take me by the hand and
whisper secrets

and resist crunching leaves
with my feet

When you're this close to death
Do you have time for prayer
When you've suffered this long
Do you really care
If they say it gets better
Cause I'm much easier to ****
Than I am to repair

I've heard sorrow is just weakness
And that depression is a crutch
They've tried to stuff me with "magic pills"
But... They don't do much

But that isn't what I want
I don't want a temporary patch
I want someone to be there
I want someone to have my back

"It's okay to be sad
It's normal to be angry
Don't let them say something
Out of the ordinary
You're trying your best
And I am proud of you
And just see those impossible things
As just little tests
You're doing your best in your own way
And I'm here to tell you that it is okay"

I'm just a little apostrophe
So won't you please be nice to me
Use me when there's a letter missed out
Or when it's possession you're talking about
But when you write plurals just leave me out!

My imagination spills into
your thoughts, slowly blending
together, creating a perfect shaded hue.

My asylum awaits within
as you reach deeper
into me.
Breaking out of reality as
we mix our selves together.

Closing in on me as our
minds touch
my insides rushing
to my face
I blush

Faltering on every word
as I speak to no one
I realize I am alone.

Take a look around you
Tell me what you see
Another day of turmoil
Or a day to set you free

Take a look around you
At what this earth has got to give
At what it has to offer
So that you and I can live

Take a look around you
And decide which path to choose
Only you can make the choice
If you win or if you lose

Take a look around you
At this green and pleasant land
But will it still be here for our kidx
When we are not around

Take a look around you
At the destruction man can cause
When he subjects this fair land
To industrial abuse

Take a look around you
Think about what you could achieve
If you truly cared for this fair land
If you have the courage to believe

Take a look around you
LETS SAVE WHAT WE'VE GOT LEFT
Of a land so full of beauty
Don't condemn this earth earth to death

I live the life of a metaphor
Leaking out of stolen pens
I've been carved on pieces of wood
And people still interpret me differently
I choose to remain indestructible
My worth fluctuates with the readers taste
I make a difference in some places
I might just go unnoticed
Like a wilted rose and it's bleeding petals
Lying behind the window pane
I represent the spectrum
In the gray tinted universe
I'm forced into the anecdotes
In places I don't want to be
Creating a dark impression
Like a mirror in front of the wall
Mocking at its own reflection.