Here's to the books I never wrote,
To the gallant legends that never quite Slayed the dragon
To the hero who never swayed the lady off Her feet
To the underdog that could never dig Himself above ground

Here's to the books that were to insecure to Turn the pages and to the books who are Still trapped inside a mind drained in Doubt

Sometimes anger boils inside of me.
My heart is lava and my love acidic, but I still laughed when they called me an The Idiot.

Sometimes Happiness doesn't win.
People say keep your chin up, but how am I supposed to do that when an Anchor is tied to my thoughts, dragging me deeper into the depths of depression.

Sometimes the knife knocks at my mind.
I can't help but to make the cuts thrive and everyone is trying to be kind, but little do they know the thought of that knife still resonates inside.

Silence can speak louder than words.
Silence can be louder than screams.
Sometimes silence isn't silent at all,
but the complete opposite.