I don't want to live like this tomorrow
So I need to stop living like this today
I need some ones to help me escape this sorrow
So I need you to help me find my way

I can't fight without you here beside me
So fight this battle with me help me win
I feel like a hero when you're with me
So help me take back my life again

I built these walls to protect myself
I couldn't risk any more wars
You're standing just outside the wall
But I'm never opening the doors

Sometimes, I can wake up, and actually feel good about myself.
And if I'm lucky and it's a busy day, I can live without a sense of self-loathing.
But at night, when I'm not tired yet, theres no escape from the tears.

Sometimes, I can go weeks without shutting people out.
And if I talk to good people I can forget how evil humans are.
But when people try to hurt me, I have to shrink away to protect myself.

Sometimes, I can learn to love life, and smile.
And if I act out of compassion, I can make a difference.
But the smallest thing  can send me over the edge into a hatred for life.

This is my heart.
Right now, it's empty.
If you can fill it, you can have it.
If you take good care of it, then keep it.
But if you don't want it, you can throw it away.
I don't need it anymore.

Don't feel ashamed.
Don't feel guilty for the pain.
Sometimes you build your hopes up,
And they fall back down again.
The time we had was magic,
Your love was not in vain.
Falling down's as common as the rain
-David Wilcox

At this point, I can't tell the difference between love, and pain.
Or between my heart, and my brain.
Or between my tears, and drops of rain.

At this point, I can't tell the difference between dark, and light.
Or between wrong, and right.
Or between blindness, and sight.

At this point, I can't tell the difference between you, and me.
Were the same, you see.
We both just want to be free.

I am a broken glass.
I used to be filled with life, which I was happy to share.
But when I fell, I fell hard.
I broke, and all the life drained out of me.
And since I'm empty inside, I am tossed in the trash.

Monsters are real.
But they don't live in our closets, or under our beds.
They live inside of us.
Sometimes they win.
Don't let your monsters win.

Dreams are not real.
But they can be if you make them happen.
Nightmares are not real.
But if you make them real, they will be more real than dreams.
It's up to you.
Make your dreams come true, or let your nightmares become reality.