I am shaking uncontrollably
All these feelings aren't mine
I want to fade into sleep
Everything is so wrong
I'm a tormented soul
My cry is unheard
I'm deaf and blind
Mute and crippled
I say not my own words
For I have no words left
I am broken
Wounded
I am dead

Never before
Makes sense like
Suddenly things just
The world differently
When you start seeing

I'll give you an example;
Have you ever tried
To read a poem from
The bottom to the top?

Just when I have hit
The earth's very core..
I'm told there's pain
Afresh, anew, galore..

I wasn't like this always
Colourful, could carry tune
Sunrise, birds, sea waves
All lost, all of them now gone..

He loves us. He is kind.
Really? I wonder, I wonder.
Tell me then, almighty thee
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?

Not exactly proud of it
Just don't have the time

No teeth or claws
Nothing really but hunger

Not begging or choosing
Just desperate for something to eat

And when we find something, anything
It becomes disgusting.

But we don't care
We don't have a choice
It's not like we will get to see
Another day

So we feed.

And we feed..

I'm watching Donnie Darko with the lights on
And I'm thinking about all my old friends
And how I've wasted all these years, but I coped with most of my fears, and you know: things seemed different then.

And if you fall apart, the bottom is a good place to start when you have to pick yourself back up again.
And if you're falling down, when you hit the ground, give it a kiss and realize this: you know, it's not too late to be the end.

And I fell in love with all the things that make me human. I forgave myself and everyone else too. And I stopped looking for the answers. They're still there, but they're different for me and you.

And if someone tells you no one cares, please know that that's not true.

I feel like people are the wind
They pass by and I really don’t mind
Though I stand here with this sign
My eye off in the distance
I don’t even try

Someone drops a bill
I don’t check to see
Is it pride that keeps my gaze?
I wish the rain would fall

I used to have
But I lost
They said make a move
Roll the dice
Its better to have tried

Now its better to have died
In these moments of sober thought
I have these thoughts
How can someone who has
Parallel my grief?

Yet we share
Every stone hits the same rock
Bottom
Is there always a bottom?
Or is that just another trap door

People are the wind
As they pass by
I sink into my bones
Its so easy to not move

To not cry
To feel
To see
To think

I hold a sign
Because what else would I do?
Sit on a bench?
Sleep under a tree?
People are the wind