Memories;
Unfocused and runny.
Your smile returns,
And so do my tears,
you laugh as it burns.

Always;
A lovely word,
on the hand written pages,
as all of your faces destroy who you were.

I turn away;
Holding your hand,
I explore on my own,
All the faces hold yours,
and I am okay.

A new page is written;
Cuts deep in my skin,
My mind looses its viberance,
the pendulum gives.

Rip out the pages;
Thats what you do.
I search in the many.
no traces of you.

Screaming;
Theres nothing.
No love in me to hold.
I'm hurt by the others.
How DARE you be so cold.

Gone;
A word,
which describes you;
and me.

Dried up pages;
Thats all there'll be.

I feel the viberance of life,
I can sense every emotion.
Keeping my brain in motion,
People dont see it,
They cant see the beauty I do because they might not know the pain I do.
A bi-product of depression,
If you will it, can be optimism.
You forse yourself to see "free cheese and a ******* challenge" instead of just a mouse trap.
You always have a choice,
A choice to feel...
Everything.
Take it all in and make it yours.
Because no matter how tragic you could always be worse...which in turn means you can only be better!