It’s a fragile thing- life.
Growing up with hopes and dreams,
False hopes. False dreams.
Being enabled by the words :
“You can be anything once you set your mind to it”
Being enabled to the sheer thought that the universe is at your disposal.
Get a grip.
Can’t you see within the irises of the universe that you are nothing more than a Blink.
Nothing more than a foreign concept to the very existence of time and space.
Clawing your way to Whats perceived to be the top.
Because what’s at the top is “happiness” and “fame” and what were supposed to be your dreams.
But once you get there-
You find the top of the pyramid is the loneliest place on earth.
And that you’ll only matter for a blink.

She used to be lost;
Was lost among the fallen.
But, alas, She rose.

No one knows,
Knows what's truly persisting down below.
So many people, alone.
Just fighting in a place they call home.

I was in a cage.
In that cage for so long, I couldn’t breathe.
But you came and broke me out of that cage-
Allowed me to believe I was free.
Free to breathe, to love, to touch.
Never noticing the walls slowly closing in around me until it was too late.
You brought me out of my cage,
only to shove me in a box.

Fallen,
Burning amongst the flames.
Fighting a war within,
That she struggles to tame.

There once was a boy,-
Who played with his toys-
and with good girls and boys.-

He's a bit older now, -
Only in his teens-
He got lost in the in-betweens-

He's and adult now,-
He's completely gone now.-
Only cares for one thing.-

That thing he smokes -
It makes me choke-
And now my heart is completely broke.-

She stands tall,
Despite those wishing her to fall.
She holds her chin high,
WIlling her fears to die.

The intent is always there
But putting the pen to paper is like hands.
Hands closing in around your throat.
Suffocating.
You push. And fight
Thinking “I’m just trying to write”
You put the pen down.
The hands that were never there disappear
But you’re still suffocating.

When she was a kid, it was all but a skit. The love, the lies, the family, and their cries.
As time progressed she grew stressed, it was a strain to pass each test.
Moving from town to town, her face began to frown.
As she kept tumbling down. The more she fell, the harder it was for her to tell.
Her days grew darker and the road stretched ever longer, the pain wasn't the same, there was nothing to gain.  
Near her end, she had made a friend. He stopped her from saying her goodbyes.
Although, her life seems ever gloomy, she hides it with a face that's happy.
Slowly at night, walls fade away, and she says "I'm leaving today."