I know we are both human.
We both make mistakes.
But I 'am NOT your  punching bag.
You are scratching, shoving, and crushing me.
And I'm trying to run, jump and duck from all the words you throw at me.
But it seems like the ground is rumbling and turning me around back to your horrid words.
And it feels like every word that you speak brings me down.
Each word breaking and taring me slowly.
I guess I am your punching bag after all.
I'm fixed up with tape and glue, holding on by a cord.

I'm falling
my hand is
slipping
from yours
and you
don't notice.

There is something wrong along this lifelong road I am on.
This unsound trail, this confound lifestyle.
I'am crowned the lady of this daft road and little by little seeing how mournful and harmful it all is.
This path we all tread.
I walk with my  heart in the palm of my hand and set apart my mind from my heart.
Trying to restart my bleeding heart and sense of mind that set me apart.
I would blame you.
And run through this numb world.
But I'm pretty sure I did this to myself.
I'm fearful that I will never return, and I yearn for the time when you can look into my blood shot eyes and see...
Oh see
That I need you.

I can see in your eyes that you are hurting, but you won't let me help.
I break inside seeing you crumble.
That I can't hold your hand to help you keep going.
That you will not rest.
You laugh every time I'm with you, but It's fake.
And you are awake, but still closing your eyes so people won't see your blood stain eyes.
Do you think suffering by yourself makes you tougher?
Dear love,
If you think hiding what's going on well make it better, just to wait till you die inside.
It's not.
Set upon some of your problems on me.
And if you stumble, and start to crumble yet again,
I will be right beside you.
Falling right beside you.
Bawling with you, crying with you, baring your struggles on our backs with you darling.
I love you.
Can't you see I'm not leaving you?
You won't hurt me.
It's love with knowledge.
Knowing that I will love you till the day I close my eyes for the last time, even in the happy and romantic times to the sad and angry times when we yell and want to run away.
I will hold your hand now...
even if you pull away from me.
I can't let you keep walking down this path.
I can't.
And I will keep trying to help you my love, until my heart beats slower and then not at all.

Daydreamer thinking this world is something it's not.
Standing on stairs made out of air, climbing higher and higher with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back.
With the dark drying up everywhere behind him.
His dreams brighten up this world that does not know it's black.
The daydreamer is fighting off this fog that is trying to tear his mind out from him and not even knowing.
Daydreamers battling with there eyes closed softly.
Trying to forget the ugliest days, and making the day blossom in their mind till the day is bright with a incomprehensible glow masking all the gray and loneliness.
The daydreamer holds on to the hope that everything will be alright someday.
Never dampening that hope, but feeds it with their Anticipation on what the future may bring.
Daydreamer is the only one when they close their eyes it's not dark, it's not dim, it's bright.
And not only seeing the light as an adventure and a reality, but also the dark.