Look into my eyes.
Don't tell me you are fine.
I'd rather watch you break down and
Cry
Listen to you tell these ugly lies.

Let your words
Break into sobs
And let me watch as your once red tears
Turn clear.
Please tell me why you
Still do this to yourself.

Don't tell me what I want to hear.
Tell me why you break down.
Tell me what you feel
And the things you fear

Tell me how you got stuck
In this rut.
Let me listen
And don't think you're the burden
On my shoulder.

You should fear for youself
More than you do me.
You should be free
From these mosnters in your head.
But they keep dragging you down.

You need someone
But you keep running
Until you're all out of breath.
I'll try to help and try to understamd
But you'll just keep runing until your death

I used to think that the older you were, the wiser you were,
But I've started to see now that the older you are the more you know about the things you shouldn't,
And the less you know about what you should be doing,
I've started to make some connections about the human thought process,
I've started to see and undergo the stress,
I've taken off the rose colored glasses and revealed a world I did not know, nor did I want to,
I've started to understand why people drink until they can't remember,
I've started to understamd why people smoke until their lungs are black,
I understand why people throw themselves off of buildings,
They look at the concrete below and hope that if they pull it toward themselves they may be able to re-collect their glasses,
See the world how they did before,
Relive the good,
Dismiss the bad,

My dad used to tell me to follow my dreams,
He used to tell me to touch the sky,
To never give up on what I wanted to do,

My father became an alcoholic,
My father became abusive,

My father's sky was labeled Skyy, and he couldn't put it down, much less stop touching it.

I too have dreamt of going nowhere,
I too have had overwhelming feelings that I couldn't explain if I tried,
I had no courage to muster up to help her when she needed it most,
And even less to him,
Why do they still trust me when I left at their darkest points,
But more importantly,
Why do they still help me at mine?