What can I give?
Fragile heart, fear of what the world asks of me, I am knee deep in need of some kind of meaning.
What does my soul have to hide?
I can only carry love, you threw at me the opposite.
I look up the sky,
A heart full of wonder,
Eyes wet, drenched in awe,
Shaky hands,
No longer can they bare the weight of holding your heart,
No longer will the sweet scents of spring confine me,
For I am no stranger, I have traveled along this path before and I am restless.
Used.
Release me,
Let me be that bird you see,
Stop trapping my mind,
Stop robbing me of my dignity.

With all of my being, the bright existence I contain,
I can only give love,
So let me be free.

Flowers,
Flowers in my hair,
The sweet scent of spring,
Beauty is surrounding me everywhere.

Faces,
Faces I have long forgotten,
Warm embraces, smiling faces,
Aware of all of the chaos I have been caught in.

Laughter,
Laughter I have missed,
They tell me of the beauty here,
And how they never ceased to exist.

Feelings,
Feelings so pure and true,
My skin seeps euphoria,
My soul is brand new.

I lived my life with my head in the clouds,
Passing by every flower and tree I saw,
Taking for granted the things that made me smile,
And now, my eyes are full of wonder, my heart is filled with awe.

Please do not be afraid,
It is so easy to be,
When you dream of an endless, dark abyss,
You become frightened of your own destiny.

I wasted my life in fear,
I am now engulfed in an abundance of light and love,
So I hope you can realize this,
And that it is not something to be scared of.

So I do not shed a single tear,
Because I know that one day, you will be here.
In this garden of eternal bliss,
All of life should have been like this.

Why do I try?
With lungs that cannot breathe,
Arms that cannot reach,
In a moment of pure chaos, I become fully aware of my inabilities.

Why do I cry?
My eyes, they cannot see,
I try to call for help,
But my throat doesn’t let me scream.

Why do I feel?
Floating along the stream,
I see the faces of all of the people that have ever meant anything to me,
I am unable to hear them,
With them, I cannot be.

Why do I think this is real?
With my senses broken, my heart on edge,
My brain is fully conscious; my soul does not lie,
I try to reach for them, I try to breathe, try to see, only to ask myself – why do I?