Sometimes you need more
then just the gist.
You need to know why you have watched
all that you love
burn to the ground.
You need to know why you have loved
and why, now, you hurt.
And the cruelest part of this,
is you don't always get to know.
Do you ever let your tears show?
Do you run and hide
from all you are afraid of?
Why? Why? WHY?
Do you stand above all pain
and know that there is tomorrow?
Please, stop.
Did you ever wonder if it was all your fault?
This can't be happening.
No...NO.
Did you ever think this is how it ends?
*This is it.

Muscles strain.
One breath, two reps.
Push through the pain.
One breath, two steps.

Tears catch; burn.
One breath, two wet lines.
Across my face, blink; return.
One breath, two reps. One breath, two reps.

Her face is on my mind;
One breath, pause.
                  Think about her; what you lost.
                        Break; shoulders shake,                 heave,                 gasp,
build back up; Breathe. Then again, strain. Forget the pain.

Don't think; Refrain.
One breath, no thought.
Don't think about the                pain.
One breath, no thought.
No thoughts, no pain.
One breath,
                too many thoughts,
                                          one breath,
                                                       but in vain...
                                          Muscles catch,
                            heart strains,
              breaks, the pain too much to sustain,
                             the pain of her face; encompassing my brain,

                                                         ­                Her face is on my mind again.

It's that feeling you get
you sweat,
you shake,
you're a universe inside
That no one can see.
You're screaming,
it's silent.
You're crying,
it's quiet.
There is a storm inside of you.
My friend, you are from the noble preachers,
only asking for what is simple
and what is right.
And what the world has to offer
is different and real
and not to be easy.
You are being challenged here
until you are called home.
Maybe it's a cruel joke
or maybe it's benefit
is to you and you alone,
until angels wings do grow.  
You are much more then you believe.
You can get up off the floor,
and shed the storm.
The universe inside you can share,
for you are not alone.

She blew smoke from her lips,
Took a sip of her wine.
Said flatly, "put the money on the table", as he walked toward her.
And all though the cigarettes and the ***** and the *** and the money were all evident tonight,
Not a thing could make her happy.
Not a thing could make her satisfied.
For she was lost, drowning in all the material things,
Waiting for a light to come and save her.

Sometimes I'll whisper
Into the dark a sad
"I love you"
To a man who will never hear it.
For a longing to one day hear it back
From the shadows,
Or just to get the words out.
But as they leave my lips
They fall toward the floor.

People think beauty and normality are separate with one being greater then the next. If you really look at the meanings they're one in the same.
Find the beauty in all things normal, and believe what's normal is beautiful.

So I'll breathe in deep,
And hope for a sad little smile
To show
That today was a day
Possibly
Worth fighting for.