The stress of tests
for which I confess
that I am depressed
but will still suppress
that feeling of stress
with a tightening in my chest

I should have guessed
instead of creating this mess
the teacher is impressed
to bad I'm too obsessed,
to even protest
I cannot help but inquest
when I will receive my eternal rest

I feel so much passion,
It is stirring inside,
I opened my heart,
And closed off my mind,

I followed the feeling,
That showed me the way,
Through the dark nights,
To see the new days,

I needed to find You,
I searched far and wide,
I'm grateful to have You,
As a part of my life,

You make me so happy,
You make me so sad,
You make me so angry,
You make me so mad,

I wish I never found you,
I wish I never had,
I have fallen in love,
I have fallen so bad.

Living an unhappy
life with fake smiles.


A cowardly way to
avoid your trials.


Much like hiding
behind brick walls.


Your simply not living


at all.

“alice, drink the potion”
they said,
“we all think
you’re a little mad.”

oh, but truly,
can’t you see?
in most cases
madness is the key.

why be fragile?
don’t collapse,
rather take some
of my stash.

hidden goods,
with you i’ll share,
just to show,
i really care.

underground,
to Wonderland,
darlin’ now, come,
take my hand.

we’ll tap-dance
from outta here,
“stop resisting!”,
they’re too near.

you’re almost there,
but then you crack,
(“was it too much?”)
they lock you up
like a maniac.

Pick up a pen, spell your words
line your ink with temper.
Tear out the page and burn it still,
Happily ever after.

there are different worlds within my mind's universe yet to be explored
oh, how easy it is to lose myself