The tears that blur my vision burn
As they run down my face
But I feel my heart shiver
In the cave of my chest.
As the night approaches,
I begin to ponder my existence.
I wonder why life is such a hell of a friend.
Always breaking my heart,
Sending evil thoughts to my head.
I am alone,
I am depressed,
I am not myself.
Life laughs in my ear,
Reminding me of the faults I have made,
The fears that I have.
She always seems to win every fight.
She feels no pity for my pain.
And her laugh goes on and on
Trickling down my spine
Sending a shiver that shocks my heart
And I am left unable to breath.
Life is inconsiderate and very unfair
She always wins.

I know my dear that the world is filled with hate.
I know that your nightmares determine your fate.
Yes, we all fall, slip off the edge,
But know that he loves you
And will till the end of time.
He will pick you up when you fall,
Take you into his arms when you feel small.
A bird came to tell me that even if the whole world fell apart
Or time melted from your hands
If every second you thought you had
Fell deep into the ground,
He would still love you
Still protect you from this unpredictable world.
He will still love you,
Till hell freezes,
He will still love you.

My life revolves around my education
And I feel as if I am drowning ever so slowly
In a sea filled with numbers and letters that I try to not think define me
But at the end of the day, it's all that counts
I am scared for my future,
Font of my past,
Afraid to even come close to my fate
I feel like the bittersweet taste of life has left my senses
And I am left with a stale taste that lingers on my tongue
A taste full of uphills with no down hill,
Of failure and stupidity
I tell myself that I can rise above and beyond
But that is also suggesting that I achieve the impossible
They say it doesn't define you
But they are all telling you what you want to hear
In hopes to make you feel better
But how will your mind flourish
If they make you think that you are perfect
When clearly, you are not?

Her perception of life and death
Echoed in her mind
Over and over again
But she could never convey these ideas in such a way
That would make anyone shiver with such fear
Just as she had

It is the drive
In the claustrophobic space that barely exists in your head
It is the flutter
Of your heart, and the numbness in your legs
After the delicate collision of two lips
It is the pain
Of grasping on the idea that perfection is not, and will never be achievable
It is the fear
Knowing that if you fall,
Not a single person cares enough to catch you
It is the loss
And the emptiness you feel
Caused by no longer having a hand to envelope into yours
It is life
Who is the creator of our emotions
By laying out our fate for us in paths made of
Silk ribbon and razor sharp needles