My heart never broke
It never stopped
It was never shattered

My heart kept beating
But it meant nothing
Because the rest of me was dead

Not all people who enjoy the rain are sad
Those who cannot stand the absence of sunshine are going trough hell
for it is the only light in their life

Before, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I used to point south,
beyond the trees, where
castles lay hidden.

Before, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I used to point a street,
where the red roof and
white fences stood.

Yesterday, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I pointed you,
my love, my refuge, my sanctuary
before you crumbled back to earth.

Earlier, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I pointed to the stars,
up there, away from here.

Now, you're asking me to
point the way home,
I am pointing at myself.

"Being lonely
In a crowded room"
You've heard that expression,
Have you?
Well, it's so much more than that.
It's down to your core,
To your very soul.
Never having more
Than the thoughts you already know.
No hand to hold
No one there to hug
No voices around
Except the voices in your head
Laying alone in a big empty bed
Sleeping all the way on the edge
Saving room for...
The "one" you think will never show
No friends to call
Knowing no one will be there
Falling deeper and deeper
Into despair
"Lonely in a crowded room"
That's just the beginning
When your still lonely in your head
The voices stop
Your every thought is dark, death...
Let me just tell you..
You think you're lonely?
Think of that empty grave
No room to scoot to the edge
No crowds to even feel alone in...
I promise you
There's nothing more lonely
Than dead.




Think about it.
I've felt this way, I don't know how,
But I've managed to pull through
I'm sure that YOU...
Well, you can too.