Everyday we go to school with the weight of the world on our shoulders
We walk through the halls with the weight of untold worries, hurried decisions and quiet stress
We sit in class and wait with the weight of unknown answers
We talk through lunch with the weight of social pressures
We go home with the weight of too many books on our back
We go in the house with the weight of the school day
We do our homework with the weight of an impending due date
We eat dinner with the weight of dysfunctional family conversation
We go to sleep with the weight of the entire day on our minds
We wake up with the weight of restless sleep in our eyes
And we do it all again with the weight of the knowledge that we will be caught in this loop for years to come

The swell and ebb of roaring waves
The high tide and the crest of the surf
The deep swirling blue and clear turquoise
The wide expanse made of many small drops
The constant movement with no goal
The ocean's grandeur and chaos
Is like our emotions.

The soft whisper of a summer breeze
The loud roar of an impending storm
The violent whipping of loose limbs
The swirling of fallen leaves in a small twister
The gathering of clouds in a huge hurricane
The wind's grace and unpredictability
Is like our emotions.

The slow growth over a thousand years
The constant carving of rock face
The crevices and niches hidden from view
The towering presence in a rolling landscape
The chill tops and the elemental core
The mountains' splendour and loneliness
Is like our emotions.

The roof of vivid leafy green
The floor of twisted scarred roots
The intertwining of many branches
The voices of all the creaking trunks and bark
The space occupied by one in the same
The forest's strength and complexity
Is like our emotions.

The kind of sobs that shake your entire body
And the kind of pain that starts in your soul
But slowly devours you.

The emptiness that is a dark void, extra space
Hollow and echoing
All around and all inside you.

Everywhere you look is someone happier
Someone more accomplished
Someone more full than you.

Pleasure is just a bridge to the next wide expanse of pain
To the next dense forest of loneliness
To the worst things that find you.

It cannot be expelled by light or laughter
Nor can it be warmly caressed into submission
Because it lives and thrives on you.

It was not your choice, none of it was
You would **** it if you could
You would go back to being you.

Strength comes not from blind bravery and knowledge
It comes from pain and suffering and sadness
That have bowed down to you.

Loneliness doesn't come from having no one around you
It comes from having no one truly with you
But it will never be stronger than you.

It's alright, it's alright, it's all wrong but alright
No one's got it all
But no one's here to save you.

She's lost because she's lost her touch
The motivation's gone and she ain't got much
A talented girl who fell apart
With an aching head and a swollen heart
They're healing but the wounds still hurt
The voice in her head is harsh and curt
She left and now it's killing her
But she can't go back to how things were
Some nights she spends lying awake
Others she cries and trembles and shakes
Because her world now lies around her feet
In sharp-edged pieces in her sheets
A shattered world, a fractured soul
She didn't know it would take this toll
She's going strong, with the weakest will
Smiling though her feet are still
She is scarred in more ways than one
There are times when she thinks she's done
But it's not as bad as it could be
Says the gentle voice that can always see
There are some things worth going for
Things that didn't matter as much before
Her heart is set on other things
Though she still longs for a pair of wings
So here she sits and writes away
Going through her empty days
She hopes and knows things will look up
Because she knows that's what life does.

What we feel is simplicity
Is simply what we take for granted
The things we know
Familiarity
Are the things we grew up with
The things that are part of our routine
Our daily lives
But even those are familiar
And change is foreign
It seems complicated
Because it is not familiarity
And therefore not simplicity
A simple leaf
On a simple branch
On a simple tree
Is green, then orange or red
Then dead
But that is simply how leaves work
They have veins
And wrinkles
Much like our own hands
But we do not put a stop
To our daily days
To consider how leaves
And our own hands
Are simply similar
Instead we continue on
With what is familiar
And therefore
What is simple.

Connect the dots
And wavering lines
Make them look better
And seem stronger
But isn't that just appearance?
A connection we can see
Just what's on the surface
We can't see if it's really there
We don't really know
We rarely do
Which is why we say
We're all geniuses
Is faking knowledge
Smarter than really knowing?
Or is it just real
Just fake
I, for one, don't really know
I never do these days
Because these days themselves
Don't even know anymore
What is up, and down
And inside out
Is it fake? Real?
I can't tell
Truths and lies are spider's webs
Laced fingers
Lolling heads
Lazy afternoons
Stressed nights
Love
Loss
Fear
Delight
A winter's day
A summer's night
Ideals, endeavors
Hopes and dreams
Wishes, hearts
And ripping seams
I could never sew
Very well
That wasn't me
And it never will be
I'm running out of characters
We have a limited amount
Now, you see
Because sometimes it's just too much
For all us geniuses.

There is always
Prettier
Smarter
Friendlier
More talented
More confident
Stronger
Faster
Steadier
More whole
More loving
More understanding
Kinder
Wittier
More graceful
More fit
Funnier
Happier
Better
That is how we are never perfect, which they all say is bad. But then aren't we all bad?
I am broken. I am a mess. I am nothing of which you deserve.
But if you see perfection where I see shattered pieces of me
And you hold me as I fall apart
If you love me when I feel my most alone
Then maybe I can live without being perfect
To everyone that is bad
As long as I am perfect
To the one person that is good.