What’s it called? When you try to stop but never can
What’s it called? When you cry instead of laugh
What’s it called? When you wake up cause the night is waiting for you
What’s it called? When your dreams turn into nightmares
What’s it called? When you don’t recognize yourself anymore
What’s it called? When you live, but you also die

Like a pearl
beneath rocks
Like a sun
behind stars
Like a laugh
between screams
Like your eyes
under the night

Pinpoint the star
deep in the ocean
or is it the sea?
Gazing, from afar,
cannot be found—
Lost in between
Two names;
Home is nowhere.

A black hole
A tiny dot
A piece of dirt
A dark mark
A deep pit
Insignificant
Worthless
Numb...
Bleeding.

For a while I thought love an illusion
A mind tricked by hormones and confusion
Then you appeared, with a solution
And I battled my feelings with resolution.
Until you left,
That’s when I knew love
Emotions way too strong to shove
Heartache, a hundred stabs and above
But no regrets fall,
For I now know myself better than ever
So learn and move on I shall.

A blue bird flies into the sky
It is as blue as he is
A minute goes by
The bird can be seen no more
For he is one with the sky
Unknown
That fate of his
Did he die?
Did he fly?
Unknown
If only he didn’t merge one with the sky

-What’s the dream, pal?
-What dream?
-Why, the dream, the bright future.
-Oh, that’s still a thing?