He loved his teacup.
A souvenir; one of a kind.
He treated it with such respect; for a minute it almost had peace of mind.

He loved his teacup.
He admired it every day.
Making sure it knew how special it was, with all the words he could say.

He loved his teacup.
Showed it off to the world.
The little teacup finally felt important, more than just a container where tea was swirled.

Then again, maybe he didn't love his teacup,
Because, one day, he dropped it.
He left it on the floor, where all the broken pieces still sit.

But the world was in his favor,
There was something more special somewhere close!
And the broken teacup piece started to wither like a rose.

Don't fret though, don't be sad for the teacup.
A passerby saw it there, broken and confused.
A sweet person really; and back together the pieces were glued.

Long live thy somber sound,
and retreat back for one final round.
Reverse the clock,
and let the time pass as if it never stopped.
Watch me melt like the wax of a candle;
Like play-dough in your hands. Always on the brink of what I cannot handle.
So light the wick, but set me on fire.
I'll burn with these feelings, these hopes and desires.
Though I am unsure if my life's direction is down,
I am very certain that it is to home I am bound.

Let me cry because I hate myself.
Let me die when I am no longer feeling alive.
Watch the tears dry like paint on a wall
But you won't have to wait too long until they again begin to fall.
Let me ***** my sleeves with the mascara that will run.
Let me double over in regret for all the things that I have done.
Watch me mime the silent screams
And realize people are never as sane as they seem.
Let me shake until my body shuts down.
Let me sleep until I do not wake.
Don't be too kind,
But absolutely do not console me by saying *it's all in your mind