Popping pills won't help
this tense ache
in my bones
this pressure
inside and within
even upon my skin
I have scars and bruises
all over me
sensitive to touch
because I get weak
everywhere
including my body
Mascara stains
where I last cried
Lipstick smears
on white pillows
where I last tried
to piece myself together
even though inside
I am dead
memories still haunt
and hold me together
a mix of dwelling
and surviving
trying to keep above
the uncontrollable
frustrating weather

The trickling of the water falling from the trees,
The buzzing from those black and yellow honey bees,
The water rushing and passing in a lake,
The hissing of vicious snake,
The smooth cooling off-shore breeze,
The snow flakes, and icicles and your car windows begin to freeze,
The constant heat as you sizzle like an egg in the sun,
The sound of pecking by that hummingbird, is never quite done,
The flock of birds soaring and fluttering their wings,
The morning chirps as the songbirds sing,
The crunching of crisp leaves on the old sidewalk,
The rhythm of the sound as she kicks the rock,
The crickets chirp to void the quiet cries at night,
The sounds of nature can not compare to those everyday and near
A man needs sounds of nature for his head to be clear.

We go back and forth
To this small place,
In this big world
Where horrifying things
Are surprisingly beautiful

There is light within darkness
Sketched in black and white
Written in gold and silver
Scattered along the seven seas
And over the lands where kings rule

There is light within darkness
Up the starry sky where the stars roam
Down deep in the abyss where creatures hide
Sides of an alley in the city
Beyond the green fields and yellow deserts

There would always be
A light within darkness
A sign of hope, a surge of faith
A new day, a new chance
It's never too late to be brand new

This heart that is inside of me
Never seems to get a break
Always beating fast for love
Yet stopping often for mistakes

When it sees a pretty face
Thinking this must be love true
It flitters as it flutters
Skips a beat or two

Then throws itself into a tizzy
When things don't turn out right
Just barely one beat above
What the Medics call flat line

Between all the aches and all the breaks
Of this fickle heart
Sometimes its quest is ended
Before it even starts

I wish this heart came with a warning
To take life one beat at a time
Then things might work out for the better
With loves treasure it hopes to find

I've had it wrapped for some time now
Ready to go out in the post
I just needed to find someone
Who could use it the most

It is a bit damaged
Never said it was new
But if you'll be patient
I'll overnight it to you

I'll put a note on the package
Please handle with care
The contents are fragile
It's my heart that's in here

So expect in the morning
To be a knock at the door
Oh, I also put in a return envelope
So you can mail me back yours