I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.

There is good
and there is bad.
There is happy
and also mad.
Beauty exists
and ugly, too.
But nothing compares
to all of you.
You see, nothing is real
and it's all we have.
Everything real
is made in our heads.

I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.

Sometimes the happiest people
have the saddest realities
Such is life;
We only chase what we don't have

They asked me to not let go of him
They said "give your love a chance"
I waited for a year
Every day of the 365 days was a chance for him that he never took.

Take a knife and
Push it across her heart
Twist it, turn it
Tear her apart
Drown her screams
In the silence of her pain
Stand and watch
As she struggles to feign
The smile she's wearing  
Wipe it off
See what's hidden
Behind the mask
Tear stained cheeks
And bloodshot eyes
Frown beneath a smile
A perfect disguise
Leave her alone
Let her break and be
Walk away ignoring
Her final plea.