he doesn't know how
To hold me above water
Like he used to do

And so the girl
Who only ever needed a friend
And a shoulder to cry on
Was left
And abandoned
Because she pushed them all
Away.

I hear buses leaving, cars zooming; I know the time I have is dwindling
I rush to my car, skipping breakfast; speeding there
I see I'm the last arrival there as my car pulls in; too late

I hear doors closing, the bell's already rang once; I know the time I have is dwindling
I have to hurry, I must; I have to make it on time
I groan and slow my pace as the second bell rings; too late

I hear my friends begin to depart; I know the time I have is dwindling
I run there to meet them, sprinting; They think I'm not coming
I yell after their car as they speed off into the distance; too late

I hear your voice, the only good today; though I know our time is dwindling
I try so hard, to say the right things; to not make you mad
It's too late, I've ******* up once again and ruined your night; too late

I hear a click, a slight shift; I know the time I have is dwindling
I want to tell you, I want to say it all; something to fix my mistakes
I choke on my own tears as I hear the dial tone; too late

It's time for this knife to be uncovered.
Time for fate to start to unfold.
Time for my skin to start to suffer.
Time for the letters to be written in bold.
I've spent too many years hiding this flaw.
Too many mistakes to hide.
Too much evilness I've saw.
Too many dreams have died.
But soon, something else will rise
something else will die
someone else will cry
and hide from the fact that unity is gone
society has won
and I am done.

He lives his poetry
that he writes
alone in the darkness
he seeks out the light
his life is a struggle
an endless fight
he cannot back out
not when he is right
and so the journey continues
on a cold endless night.

My pen doesn't write anymore
It stumbles and trembles in my hand.
If Autumn were here, she'd understand.
It's funny how we never know
exactly how our life will go.
It's funny how a dream can fade
within the break of a day.
I'm not sure where you are now
though I see you in my dreams
and I hear everyone say
"Things are not always what they seem".
So I'm often uncertain
if you like your new home
and when I'm uncertain
I write a poem.
Time can't erase the memories
and time can't bring you home.
That time was a part of me
and now a part that's gone.