sometimes you make a picture in your mind
of someone you knew or someone you lost
it's torn and the colors are faded but
sometimes a picture is all that you got

I found a book of poems
in a beautiful heart wood chest
And written across its sturdy lid
Was the word "hope", like sunday best

Upon this book of poems
Lay a velvatine writting pen
And vials of ink from distilled life
For writing letters to her friend

When I went to read her words
 I discovered the lock on it
The key she gave that opened her room
Was never the key that would fit

So I put her poems back
I was nothing more than a guest
And with the blood that ran from my eyes
Next to "hope", I wrote the word "less".

To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.

Yea I totally support you
In this relationship created out of spite
Have fun while it lasts
All she wants from you is nothing good
But what do I know?
Why should I care?

sometimes i stare at my scars
memories of being hurt
and i regret ever making myself bleed
but other times
i just want to feel the blade tear across my skin
and i want to go so deep
like right now

I know im not perfect
I know say the wrong things sometimes
I know im not always good at listening
but could you tell me whats wrong?
I can try to be perfect
I can continue trying to say the right things
I can be a good listener
Just please
Whats wrong?
The pain in your eyes cuts at me
Like the blade On the counter
please talk to me
Im here for you
Whats wrong?
I Care about you
I cant see you in this state and not worry
Please
Talk to me
I will listen
We can go through this together
You can take off that Mask you wear
I wont laugh at your weakness
I would never hurt you
Please
Just please tell me
                                Whats Wrong?

I have no words left to say.
This empty feeling won’t go away.
Everything comes and go.
No one ever stays.

when we met, everything was incredible.
but nothing ever stays the same.
our loved ones always change over time.
we have only ourselves to blame.

it is never easy to move on,
and never simple to let go.
it is hard to give you up because
you are the only one i truely know.

it hurts so bad; i cannot even explain
how worthlessly empty you made me feel.
but please, let me wake up tomorrow
and find out none of this is real.