oh, how the world really functions
the most unbearable aliveness, pain
so good to have tears to offer to
the god of patience and enduring
I pray for a gentle pain,
a gentle sway of caring
the courage of dawn

The dawn red as blood
Violence all over the field
Fight for peace they say

When people ask me how I’m doing
I always say “I’m Fine.”
I wish I wouldn’t lie
While looking at their eyes
I wish they’d read my pain
And tell me “Everything will be Ok”
That I am not alone
That I won’t try to **** myself
When I am home
My thoughts are suffocating me
Like a bag over my head
Humanity teaches us how to hate
How to judge and hold a grudge
No one teaches when we are broken
When we feel happiness is stolen
We turn from fire to dust
And when we’re gone
People get hurt and call us selfish
For not giving them a sign
Yet we shared our crying
Every time we spoke
Every time we wrote
We bled with every movement
Pain was our greatest company
People see a weak sad person
While we are what you made of us
Broken souls
Empty souls
Trying to fill the void
Trying to hold a grip
Trying to survive
The horror around us
When we try to open up
Some people don’t believe
They say it’s all just a bad dream
Tomorrow it will be better
Things will get better
Though I want to be ok
Not tomorrow, but today
What if it’s my last day?
What if I don’t make it?
You can’t just squish something and not expect to break it
We are fighting a war within our heads
Our biggest weapon is to exist
Don’t tell us rough times will pass
Or to stop living on the past
Hold our hand and listen
for a cry of help.

Today
I am alive
Today
I feel like being alive
Today
I feel not at my best
But
I feel a little less heavy than yesterday.

Just an elevator man
If he had a name he never said
Among few words were what floor
Pushing buttons, sliding doors

It wasn't like he wasn't the pleasent type
Everyone enjoyed the ride
Had a way with a smile
Could make a junkyard dog give up his growl

The years all pass in a dying breath
Steals your soul, don't give it back
With the old joke that we all know
Life has its ups and downs he often told

As he started to wear they bought him a chair
Just within reach of the buttons there
Some days though he'd be asleep
Happens more and more quite frequently

That's why no one knew that he'd been dead
A month of Sundays the coriner said
He'd passed away they believe
Somewhere between floor 1 and floor 19

The tenets now help themselves out
Thinking of the one that never said much out loud
Just an elevator man
If he had a name, he never said