My sleep is never complete
Awaken with stresses and worries
Dreaming about future
In a hallucinated mind I cry
For all the things I have to do
In a conscience mind I cry
For all the things I have to do
Finish this
Finish that
Finish it and my future will be better
Read this
Read that
You're no one if you don't pass
My sleep is never complete
Because education always competes

When I put my hands together
And ask for goodness
I wonder if anyone is there
If I'm only imagining
If I was taught to imagine
A higher being
When I put my hands together
And ask for goodness
In the world
In my life
I receive nothing
So I wonder
Is anyone there to heed to me
Or is it all imagination

Some nights
The moonlight hits bed just right
And I lay down on my bed
Look up at the stars
Watch the moon
And think
All is right
All is good

One month ago someone asked me how i feel
One month ago my mother comforted me
More than one month ago I went on an adventure
Less than one month ago I realized I like being alone
One minute ago I cried
One hour and no one has come to check up on me
It's been one long month

There's nothing more worse
Than a lonely heart
There's nothing more worse
Than a broken mind
Everyday I wake up
In hopes for an adventure
But I get in return
Is another hour of sleep
I try telling them how I feel
But they are oblvious
To the fact that I
Need help
I need someone
To sit here with me
And tell me it's ok

Tell me about when you were young
Tell me about all the things you did
Tell me about the things you've seen and words you've heard
About the girls you've loved
Your friends
Your family
Ones who've passed
Ones who still live
Loved ones
Hated ones
Enemies and friends
Tell me the things you've experienced and the things you've done
Tell me everything there is to know about you

Today's full of nostalgia and yawns.

A flower bloomed out of nowhere in my heart
It was beautiful
It was delicate
But as the flower stayed
I began to understand the poison
It caused pain
Such terrible pain
It caused tears to fall
But all at once it was a pain I was willing to endure
For I was hoping the flower would change
And when the flower did not change
I ripped the flower it with all my might and soul
I nearly cried trying to rip it out
But at the end I knew I did the right thing

Stop thinking about tomorrow
Stop thinking about yesterday
Stop stressing
Don't beat yourself up something that wasn't your fault
That part when your voice cracked was probably no big deal
Get over that speech you have to make
No one is going to remember what you said or what you did
It might sound harsh
But you are a tiny grain of sand on a beach miles long