My heart tells me I'm alive, but am I really living?
In a world full of takers, what am I actually giving?
A half-mast, half-assed, half-empty cup of ****.
Masked in awkward silence and sharp pointed wit.

I'll blame it on the others, say they aren't the same.
When I haven't given reason to remember my name.
Because it's easier to mask the fact that I'm a wreck.
By simply hiding on the wall like a speck.

Doubt and remorse will eventually take it's course.
I'm seeking inspiration, but am blind to it's source.
Hindrance and distraction caused by my reaction,
To the vices that provide me with cheap satisfaction.

Maybe I should simply just give it all away.
Leave town, just drive, without a word to say.
But that would be easy, with admitting defeat.
Another cycle of life that's stuck on repeat.

Expectations and reality are never the same.
So when things go to hell, why am I to blame?
Is it cause deep down that you know you're a lie?
Are you so full of yourself you can't look me in the eye?

Climb off your high horse, Miss Queen of the Earth.
Look to the ground to find your actual worth.
If self-absorption was a game, you set the high score.
So upgrade your console, you manipulative *****.

It's time that we both got some space.
But honestly I hope that you fall on your face.
Thanks for the memories, I'll see you in Hell.
I'll be the one ringing your reckoning bell.

Freedom can be found floating above.
Independence and grace, soaring like a dove.
But unlike the bird, we all must come down.
The fall from the clouds to this gloomy town.

You can try to stay up there.
But the cloud will evaporate into air.
The descent back down to Earth is fast.
The impact is one that will surely last.

Swallow the sadness with a liquid friend.
But that moment of happiness will quickly end.
Destruction and despair will surely follow.
Then the purging will make you hollow.

What solemn truths are you trying to hide?
What horrible pasts control such a ride?
Instead of cowardice, confront your foes.
And rid yourself of such deadly woes.

You feel the world around you
Put a target on your back
Your brain aligns a bullseye
From the confidence you lack
So you arm yourself with self defense
Prepared for chaos and war
Death be ******, it's a suicide mission
Your pride must settle the score

Your camouflage is obvious
Your colors glow in sight
The same colors that dim for day
And glow to haunt your night
The shade in which you're blushing
Turns from red to pale white
You mistake me for being unarmed
Unprepared for such a fight

I'm cloaked in self-assurance
While your shots land at my chest
I turn around and shake my head
And leave you alone just like the rest
So as you stand there with the shells
Of the bullets that you fired
At least next time you load your gun
Your shots will be inspired

The lightning that I saw in your eyes,
Couldn’t match the thunder in your heart.
And in this storm that we call love,
The torrential downpour was just the start.

The flooding of guilt that was to come,
Could break the levy of almost any man.
The darkness in the skies gave no hope,
No rising dawn appeared in this plan.

So I stood my ground while it crumbled,
And the Earth gave way below me.
For my final breath, I released a cry.
“Is this all you wanted from me?”

The look in your eye showed the storm had passed,
And the tides had shifted back.
Then we began to rebuild again.
Nature’s course is back on track.

So here's another story, of hyperbole and glory.
The words of a soul at 24.,
But the game's not done, it's just only begun.
Let's just even the score!

If life's truly a garden,
Then it must take **** to grow.
Instead of letting the top soil harden,
It's time to reap all that I sow.
Won't struggle to tread water,
While being caught in the undertow.
I'll float and tread, not fish food fodder,
I won't let my weakness show.

So if this is to be my destiny,
And I'm bound to this by fate.
Then take from me this soliloquy,
Cause I no longer harbor hate.
It's draining always fighting within
Internal conflict and silent debate,
But through dialogue rebuild can begin,
Because so many others can relate.

The haunting truth of misguided youth,
We feel weak in fate's cruel hand
But through these cries we debunk their lies
Side by side our friends we stand.

You gave your mind to something you truly believed in,
You have your heart to someone who didn't truly believe in you.
Your heart began to pollute your mind with sin.
Until madness corrupted every action you would do.

You struggled to fight against the attack.
Colors blended from the fading light's gleam.
Senses failed as you faded into black,
Darkness fell upon your hopes and dreams.

Empty and void, that's how you exist,
Attached to misery, drawing blood like a leech.
The sympathy of others you couldn't resist,
The opportunity for the masses to hear you preach.

You sighed your final breath and passed away,
The coroner determined it to be a broken heart.
Your final words were simply "Please Stay"
Just know that no one filled the part.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
It all goes by in so many ways.
But you can't see through the haze.
Too blinded to complete the maze.

As time fades, so does your shine.
The memories turn into a shrine.
We attempt to let them age like wine.
To prove to ourselves that it was fine.

But the truth is that everything will end.
The colors blur and then then they will blend.
And all I wanted was to have a friend.
But now all I have is the memory to send.

So think back and smile, and remember the good.
Although it faded like no one expected it could.
And honestly I never thought that it would.
But now I reflect at the spot where we stood.

A voluntary isolation sentence
A cocoon of doubt to sew
Serving what I thought was penance
A pain from down below

Surrounded by the echo
It's words I can't ignore
All hope lost from the get go
The ending to settle the score

Repaying a debt of borrowed time
The tax for past discretions
An orphan to such a fatherless crime
I'm repeating these failed lessons

It's only now I can finally see
How sins of the past reflect upon me

You can't control how people think
Or how they truly feel.
Your only hope is that when they blink
They see what's truly real.
Their smiles hide the lies they tell,
Speaking lines that match their face.
An image that they're pressed to sell,
You're the constituent of their disgrace.

They don't care for your objection,
Only hearing what works best.
Their kindness masks rejection,
While your pain seeps through your chest.
Firmly rooted in their stances,
Their opinions refuse to budge.
They refuse second chances,
And prefer to simply judge.

All roads lead to self-salvation
You just need to travel light
The rebel laughs at retaliation,
And will revel in any fight.
So even if the mask they wear
Looks like the one of a friend.
Watch out to see if they really care,
Or cause another wound to mend.

Your misery and pain feel like an addiction,
Serene but so sullen; a moral confliction.
Their cries of support ring hollow contradiction,
From safe distance they echo, a hallow affliction.

Burn in the light, your rage fuels the reason.
Self pity and sacrifice are always in season.
Your put up the wall, but still cry out treason.
You let logic flee, allowing doubt to ease in.

Your soul can't be saved, it's time to replace.
The feeling of hope, the departure of grace.
In walks resentment to help fill the space,
A devil of a temptress in satin and lace.

So embrace this demon, it rose from your ashes.
Reckless in nature, who knows where it crashes.
Get dragged along while your monster thrashes.
But know this in truth, you've always shown flashes...

Everything before you is the result of your peers.
You refused to speak up about your valid fears.
So now, as the end of your existence nears.
Your cries for help fall upon unconcerned ears.

Structure, format, foundation, everything breaks down.
It affects the way you think, feel, act, and believe.
You become what you hate, you embrace the vile sickness that overcomes you.
Nothing is spared, your psyche becomes a shattered mass of lost promise and broken dreams.

What is left is what they think is right.
Up is down, front is back, and day is night.
Blinded by the world, afraid of the light.
Your hopes and dreams are no longer in sight.

Panic, dementia, insanity, corruption.
These ideas are now what you embrace.
Corroded are the traits you once pride yourself on.
Go be one of them now, you have sealed your fate.

Nothing else to say to you.
Nothing else for me to do.
Can't understand what I've been through.
I honestly wouldn't expect you to.

Do you care, or was it all a game?
Through the lies do you feel shame?
Who should I honestly blame?
Nothing else I expect to claim.

I'm not a vengeful person, not in the least.
But anger tends to bring out my inner beast.
You fed on my emotions like a feast.
I hope you repent to a priest.

This is probably as bitter as I'll sound.
And these aren't the words to which I'm bound.
But these feelings help make the world go round.
And by expressing anger I'll become unwound.

As I become a memory, you become a verse.
The burden that you bear for me
Becomes a new day's curse.
We gave each other everything: time, faith, and trust.
We ignored the song of loneliness,
The scent and allure of lust.

As the scene shifted, your role began to change.
Your commitment felt lifted,
Your affection felt strange.
The shot clock expired, the title match done...
After the events that transpired,
You also lost your sense of fun.

So what's next for me, I don't know.
The things I want to see,
The places I want to go.
All of these things I will firmly hold true.
But the joy these will bring,
Won't match the joy I got from you.

Your words lack meaning when backed by lies.
They pour out your mouth but drip through your eyes.
They fall like rain, the forecast reads pain.
But you must let them out to keep yourself sane.

They echo and haunt your every single thought.
A salvation you wish that you simply just bought.
Your soul up for bid, but who do we kid?
Its value diminished by the truth that you hid.

The list of your sins would make Satan blush.
Your hell is the product of dreams that you crush.
A spectator sport, with no need for support.
You glow in the spotlight cast down on the court.

Nothing remains as you receive your fate.
The harshest reality for all of your hate.
Condemned to the fact that you made a pact,
Your soul was the fee for the devil to attract.

I can't be the one to save you,
I can't even save myself.
A novel is formed from what you went through,
Just to collect dust upon my shelf.

Our problems are one in the same,
We both seek the chance for love.
You have sorrow and heartache to blame.
While I'm left seeking guidance above.

We both feel empty and alone,
But we won't give each other hope.
We simply fake it over the phone,
And think it helps the other cope.

Like yin with yang, we coexist,
Because alone we cease to be.
But how much longer can fate resist,
The bond between you and me?