If I were to take a gun and place it on my head,
I can't decide if my brain would run
Or beg for me to shoot it dead.
Shadows cloud your shining sun and leave me full of dread,
I truly thought you were the one,
But now I wish for death instead.
An easy route would be to shoot
And end this endless agony,
My faith, beliefs, pulled at the roots,
And everything I've claimed to be,
Erodes within these desperate wounds.
These desperate wounds you gave to me.

When we slow down long enough to look back on this

Will we breath out relief in a sigh

Will the unanswered question hold its hand out for us

To guide us down the last lonely mile

Will the aftershock ride in on a city bus

Will it all wait until it grows dark

Bringing to mind tomorrows yesterdays

Shining a light on who we are

Take what you can from this firm belief

That isolation has its own list

And if anything was lost in the making

We'll slow down long enough to look back on this

Dreams are an instant in reality when your mind pushes past the barriers of the mentally sane.
Dreams are not fake, they are real.
Dreams are your mind, processing the higher functions, and comprehending a higher reality.
I know this because I've done it.
I know this, because I pushed past that mental barrier, and I found you.
A girl that has only existed in my subconscious; my imagination...
A perfect girl.
I pushed into my dreams, and unlocked that higher reality, where that perfect girl exists.
That's where I am now.
That's why I have you.

i won't beg for your attention
but i will seek love
whether it is from you
or whether it isn't.
i won't spend every waking moment drowning in my sad thoughts.
if I can seek love, I will.
whether it is from
a blade,
a drink,
a smoke,
a person,
or God.
i intend on being happy.

it seems I am out of place
filled with vacant conversations
and a weary heart
I'm not suicidal
but
I don't want to breath,
Breathing is thinking
I don't want to think.
I don't want to feel.
it seems I am out of place
and a weary heart and heavy mind are not easily mended with vacant conversations
I'm not suicidal
I just want this void to fill.