It's been a while since I've felt whole,
My heart is no longer burning in the depths of hell,
My heart is soaring with the angels among the clouds,
I usually write to relieve stress,
To take to my pain and leave it on a page,
But today I write because I'm doing alright,
I guess I'll write again when the pain comes back to bite.

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But only words can break my heart.

The future lay next to me
Softly drifting to sleep
My future
Your future
Our future to keep

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

I've been sinking in the ocean,
I've been sinking in the sea,
I've been drowning ever since- you left me,

Since you left me, I can't breathe,
I can't do a single thing,
Since you left me, I've been broken,
Into a thousand little pieces,

I can't sing,
I can't live,
I can't love again, because,

I've been sinking in the ocean,
I've been sinking in the sea,
I've been sinking ever since- you left me,

I'm like a lone lost ship,
Floating out to sea,
There's nothing to hold on to,
While I wither away and sink,

I've been sinking in the ocean,
I've been sinking in the sea,
Ever since- you left me.

I looked into the mirror,
Looking glass of the unwanted,
I stared at that glass waiting for it's reveal,
Who dare stand on the other end of this glass,
Staring at them as they stare at me and I stare at an empty body,
Look at me,
Looking for the lost,
I am not lost,
I am borrowed,
On borrowed grievances,
I stare at the two-sided glass,
I burn holes with my stares,
Straight on through,
Not a person on the otherside,
but a wall full of mirror,
Not a single one looked like me,
And that's when I knew,
The two-sided glass was an unjust array,
Another exposé,
Of all my unwanted insanity.

I cause pain,
But I don't mean to,
I make people cry,
But I don't mean to,
I shout at the top of lungs wildly,
But I don't mean to,
I scratch at my skin till blood comes,
Wishing I were someone else,
Because I inflict horror,
But I don't mean to.