Tomorrow
I'll
Wake
Up
And
Find
You
Dead.

Is there anyway,
Is there anyway
That I'll see you when I get back home?

Is there anyway,
Is there anyway
To go back before we drifted away,
Before we left on our own?

Because on Sundays
When the sun's rays hit my face,
I see you
And I see who we used to be.
And I see that we should've never had to have to had to have to had to have to leave.

And I'm stuck thinking,
Was it really fare!
Was it really worth living in the end.
I'm stuck wondering,
Was it really fare!
Am I better of giving up before someone leave's again,
I swear...
It hasn't been as hard as watching my sister go through so much pain,
Way too much too bare...
I wish I gave up before I watched my eyes go through the same,
Leaving my heart bare!
Was it really fare!
Was it really worth all the trouble and all the care!
Was it really fare!
How can we live in a world that keeps us snared...


Tomorrow
I'll
Wake
Up
And
Watch
The
Sun
Rise
Again.
I
Don't
Know
Why
But
I'll
Remember
This
Is
Not
The
End.

Out beyond those clouds,
I hear you,
I hear you calling out.
Somewhere past those doubts
I feel you,
I feel your love falling down.
Even when the tempest stirs,
And even when the thunders call me home!
I won't give up!
You never left me alone!

And I let it go,
Man's most destructive weapon-
Words.

Had I known it would take so many lives
I may not have said what I said,
Now in horror I watch my loved ones in agony,
With what I had pierced their hearts with.

I was a David to a Goliath,
My stone being just a string of words.
Striking the brain
And
Successfully
Yet
Unfortunately,
Compressing the heart.

The string had now taken over their bodies.

I had to let go of
More,

So I removed my Cape of pride
And
Instead,
Stepped into the shoes of remorse.

And so I let it go
Man's most sufficient healer-
Words.

The glass isn't broken, it's cracked and chipped and leaking everywhere

It's loosing volume and life unravels
Having good times, unwinding
It's become a time not worth
Remembering
It's not hide and seak

It's **** up or shut up


My fingers are going numb
Arm is falling asleep
Times to close my eyes

look at you
standing there
with your heart at your feet
dumped where i left it
battered & shattered
torn to shreds
tears in your eyes
but a smile on your face
"it's okay, it was a mistake.
you didn't mean to hurt me."

i laugh
not at your desperation
or your desire to please me
i laugh
because you're infront of me
clutching on to the remains of your heart
& i don't feel a thing
not guilt
nor remorse
n o t h i n g

but i suppose that's what happens
when pretty little boys like you
fall in love with messy girls like me

people really should stop building homes out of bones. when all you're left with are tears and blood, and your memories slowly seep into your veins until you can't bear to think of them at all unless it means ripping apart yourself, that's when you know that not enough humans in this world realize that their words are knives that penetrate your spines and shatter your skulls and your head can't hold any of the dark anymore and you'll shut your eyes tight hoping you'll wake up and it'll all be gone but it won't, it won't and you'll feel the familiar pangs of remorse through the spaces between your fingers and the tips of your hair and it will ache everywhere and that's when you'll need you the most because face it, nobody is going to hold you up better than yourself and it's high time you realized that.

What?
What do you mean?

This isn't how it's supposed to be
This isn't what I want for me.

When did it all go wrong?


It would've been at the very beginning
Before we even knew it was a mistake.

We can't go back
There never was anything left for me.

But

Pretend this is the beginning
The day that it all will start.

There's nothing holding us back

This wasn't forever
It doesn't have to be.

We can still be free.

I used to soar high above the skies
Taking flight to anywhere in sight
Grazed upon lighting that almost killed me
My wings deigned in defeat as I bleed
But this heart are my wings of steel
Mettle armored with my will
To never giving up
**And to fly again

Do you hate the face you see?
Or think back over the times,
You saw a different face,
When these eyes held terrible lies,

Do you resent the times you said,
The things that slipped from your tongue?
Or do you think of those words with intrigue,
And wonder if you had always known but refused to believe?

Do you think back to the times in your head?
The times you wished you could unravel,
Spill your desires upon the sheets
As your mind climbed into 'my' bed,

Do you see my face with anger?
Or with pity? Or disgust?
Do you see my face at all?
Or is it buried deep 'neath the past?

Running, never pacing myself.
Exhausted. Lonely. Not always alone.
Often wonder what you're doing.

I hold my breath like I hold back tears
And count to ten.
With each number, I only recall memories of better times

By rivers, by lakes, by fires, by friends;
By your side (most importantly)
And you always calling everyone "love"
And how I wished I could be.

Then darkness washes over;
I remember the flotsam amongst the wreck.
The ship was gorgeous but the parts were not, little bird.
I begin to remember the debris and trying to pick up pieces.

Like eating glass, every bit harder to swallow - the nights haunt me but perhaps I should find comfort;
At least one of us didn't sleep alone.
And how I wish it could've been me.