He is there
You notice it in you
The tingling in you
You try to ignore it
You want to overcome it
They think you can do it
He is there
Your cards are bad
You lose
He is there
They lose against the ******
They rub the pain
You're fast.
sweat beads on the forehead
You think redeeming
You think you are driving him away
They will not make it
He is there
The itching is there
Overgrown wounds tear
They are out of control
They will not make it
To fight against him
You do not feel pain
The moment is not there
He is there

He
He is such a friendly being
He is such a nice person
He has a lot of people in him
He has many personalities
He is different
He is different from everyone else
He is lonely
He has friends.
I hope good friends who help him and do not take advantage of him.
He is sad
He is lonely
He is musical
He sings so wonderfully
He is peaceful
He is happy
He he he
I like him very much

Even if we only write.
Even if I write his personalities
I hope he does not forget me

he sits and stares
through glazed eyes

wondering what life could be,
beyond his lies

secrets secrets secrets

envelope his racing mind
causing him to scream inside

what would life be,
if he were no longer trapped inside?

He sits by the window
Talks to the stars
He is a dreamer
Who waits for his dreams to be reality
He lights a candle hoping someone would see him
But the candle was just a notch in the city of lights
He wanted to shine like a north start
But he was just another dot in the middle of thousands.
He sits by the window hoping for the stars to talk to him.
But the room was quite like a windless ocean

He opened the window,
Shouted as loud as he ever could do
But the wind took his words and left him speechless
Despite his loud head the room was silent yet again
He looked up, hoping for the stars to talk to him.

you smile and lie
and i would have to lie
if somebody asks me if it hurts
guess
this is just the normal game of you and I