Life is love and joy and light
But sorrow's when I live

Morality does break my mind
With hurt and pain and dark
Awakens beasts a-plenty
With malicious thoughts alone
Stories come and go like crows
Caw-cawing through my thoughts
These poems, songs, and lyrics fall
Like rain from damaged hearts

Truths so dark that most ignore
For ignorance is key
Freeze in glacial mass
That never quite pass me
Fundamental laws of nature
Seep through safety's cracks
Then lies,
Though comfort,
Fade away
As cruelty
Fogs my vision
Right and wrong
Lose any, all
Connection with precision

Clouded souls
Stumble, fall
Mistakes are surely made
Life is gauged in happiness
Yet known in sorrows shade

Don't ask me why I have sad days
Don't ask me why I cry
Or why I leave the rock in
my shoe
Or tell you that I'm fine

Don't ask me for opinions
when you know that I don't care
Don't question every negative thought
when I don't think you're near

Don't look at me like that
and say you sympathize
Don't treat me any different
just because you think I'm sad
Or fidget with discomfort when
you see the bags under my eyes

Because if I want help, I'll tell you
If there's something you can do, I'll tell you
But oftentimes, I just want to pretend
for a moment

that I'm not so sad

To write of pain,
is to bring pain onto yourself

Yes or No like
Black or White and
Right or Wrong so
Negative so
Positive no
listen to the
madness when
yes is no when
right is
wrong when
people cry from
counter-
positives

Black and white so
true or false no
time for maybe no
time for grey
I need an answer
now
now
now like
a ticking clock with
words to choke on and
quiet to drown in a
tick and a
tock and a
flurry of bells a
birth a
wedding a
funeral an
*end

Perhaps the fault
is not with how I choose to display my soul,
but in how you perceive it

Some days I want a notebook
all covered in pretty things
And I would fill it with sugar
and warmth
and happiness
with swirling silver letters
and poems
and stories I could never write
that could never be right

Some days I want a notebook
to fill with dreams in cursive curls
I'd write love letters and
song lyrics and
sweet dreams that tickled
my thoughts in the night

Some days I want a notebook
in a candy pink room
with flowers on the walls
and romance on the shelf with
knights and princes that
for me would fight

One day I bought a notebook
a diary of dreams,
an empty page for a prince
One day I bought a notebook

And I haven't seen it since