the fault
             in our stars,
the fault
                     in the sky
the fault in the way
                             you said

'i love you' and *'goodbye'

it's nothing,
it's nothing,
it's okay;
i will just...
shut up.

please don't bother
to ask if i'm okay.
it's simple,
it's simple,
i will just...
stop bothering you.

there's no
reason for you to
be a crybaby,
it's me,
it's me,
it's all my fault.

i should be crying.

I'm leaving you behind
this is our last kiss
and for that I am fine
my past is where you'll be
it was all your fault
it will be me you'll miss
I'm done; finally free
to make something new
it's your lost not mine
Goodbye I'm ride of you

Walking through the mist
Barely seeing anything but haunting faces,
Making me feel as though I am a time traveller,
Caught in a present where he does not belong,
As an integral part of an experiment he had no choice in joining,
And when he hits the line between chaos and order
With enough force to divorce such fault, and mix it,
It becomes himself.

It becomes me

So thank God for this mist
That I may not see the evil that is me,
And live the good that is the rest

I don't tell anyone what's going on in my head
I don't tell the people that crawl into my bed
Like newly weds,
Disconnected from reality, I'm still a little girl
I have yet to conquer or even build my own world
Take me back to the days; where ignorance was bliss
Because what I miss
Is running around a playground, not caring if I break a bone
In the end someone would always take me home.
But now I wonder,
It's not clear enough to ponder,
Where home really is.
Is it the colours I see in my reflection,
Or a book I'm forced to read?
But always,
Always in the end
I lose the need
For breathing

We all*  like to blame society

How *disgusting is society today
How is society so Judgemental , so pressuring and dangerous

We act like society is some isolated terror organization of some people
That have no affinity to us or to the rest of the world

And we tend to forget
We
Are
*Society

You broke my heart once
It was my fault though
I let you borrow it when you had broken yours
It wasn't my fault though
You gave yours to that other girl
It wasn't your fault though
I think she left, thinking you wouldn't mind
It was your fault though

you've grown up
with the notion
that you're at fault
for all your flaws

you've convinced yourself
that your shoulders
are an okay place
for other people's problems to fall

you've got this twisted idea
that you're responsible
for other's mistakes,
that somehow you're the one to blame

           you've got it all wrong

you should never apologize
on behalf of other's actions
that's like saying sorry
for being too compassionate

your heart is as real
as the sun in the sky
your mind is just evil
an enemy telling you lies

don't fall for any of it
look in the mirror
wipe away all your tears
and tell yourself, always:

it's not your fault
it's not your fault
it's not your fault

*it is not your fault

I want to know
what it feels like
for reconciliation
to wash over
my fault lines.
Take my cracks
and paint them
with gold.
Let me glimmer,
                   gleam,
                           and glow
redemption.
Illuminate my mistakes
and let my skeleton
frame out a museum
of triumph