See the world
with different eyes,
take you hands
"It'll be alright".

You seem so lost,
in this dark room.
Let me be your light,
I'll guide you outside.

I know your view,
how you think about you.
In a world full of hate,
let me tell you
you are great.

Will you let me?

Red is anger,
a fire
under my skin.
Lava flowing
like a river
through my every vein.

Yellow is hope and joy,
laying on a field of flowers
on a hot and sunny day,
but that dream
never lasts long
before it starts to rain.

Blue is sadness,
salty raindrops
rolling down my cheek.
Red eyes,
but I see so much blue
I could drown
in my own ocean.

Green is jealousy,
poison ivy growing
and wrapping around me.
Now all I see
is green.

Purple is when all these colors
get too much.
Dark clouds of thunder set in,
lightning strikes,
things catch on fire,
chaos is all that's left.

Black is emptiness.
All colors drained,
black and white
is forever
all I see.

Could I be your sky,
so close,
yet unreachable?

Could I be your brightest star,
looking so near,
but still so far?

Could I be the angel watching over you,
endless love,
too far to give?

Could I be your best memory,
didn't think you'd miss me,
but you do now that I'm gone?

Why can't you
ever help me
when I'm down?
But I would
always help you
no matter what time.

Are you
losing interest?
Do you not love me
anymore?
We used to
talk all the time
Now it's just  
dead silence
between me
an you.

Or is it me?
Do you feel like this
about me too?
Maybe it is
all my fault.

A moth came to me
late at night.
Flying
through cold and dark
looking
for light and warmth.

They crave the comfort
of a cozy room,
while the world sleeps.
Yet something so sweet
hides a burning gloom.

Why do you yearn
for that feeling you'll never earn?
Why do you keep seeking the light,
my butterfly of the night?

Stuck in a cycle
like a song on repeat
until you get bored of it.
Thinking nothing else,
nothing new
is ever gonna come.

Stuck in a cycle,
where i get better
then worse
than ever before.

Stuck in a cycle,
yearning for recovery,
but at the same time
wanting to get worse
and worse
until the cycle breaks.

Stuck in a cycle,
never knowing
if and how it will end.