Curious
To think of eyes
To see a dream
To believe
Growing
Curious to feel
Curious to want
Being human is strange
Being human is all
Life filled to the brim
Moment upon moment
Yet nothing new
Knowledge to understand
Answers to questions
Nothing changes
And it doesn't need to
An eternal sky
Blue or grey
Is a sky
And that's enough

It begins with the few
The few become many
Another few rebels
And they become many
The many grow larger
Large enough to destroy the few
The mant out weigh now
You no longer own you

Beautiful
Ugly
Joyous
Depressed

Things change instantly
By God
By me
By her
By something
But things change
Now I hate you
And you hate me

Life could be beautiful
Instead, I'm a kid
Child thoughts
Child feelings

Thin little lines scratched into your flesh
Each with a story
Each a failed test
Fight it off
Every relapse
Fight it off
"I don't like fighting"
I don't either
But it's do or die
And please
If there's something left
Do not choose die

Reality is strange
Life is an act
Sanity is a privilege
Any path I choose
I'm lost

I was your cure
but you were my disease
I was saving you
but you were killing me