Invisible As I FeelI feel like such a waste of spaceLike who? who gives a shit?I could live or die and nooneWould give two fucks a pissI feel like water flushingDown a rusting pipeHeaded toward the oceanFilthily clouded mind.I feel like air that's floatingJust clear and crystal thinPeople see right through meDon't care who, where I've been.I feel like words that fillingA book that no one readsWasting ink and space and timeOf nothing no one sees.I feel like ghostly figuresAlone in sollice standExcept that I, I am aliveI breathe and understandOnly reason I still draw breathToo invisible for even deathTo find meIt's like I don't exist...
I am Not AloneYou make me laughYou make me cryYou bring outAll I hold insideWhen I need you hold me closeAnd then you give me spaceI don't quite understand itSomehow we fit in placeSometimes there's this throbbingIn and through my brainThe source is hidden somewhereDriving me insaneBut then I see you standingI feel you pull me nearThe pain I felt just fades awayAnd vision starts to clearLips and eyes an inch apartVast nothing that surrounds usIt's you and I and I and youWhole world that now abounds usFinally I see: I am not alone <3
EverythingWe step.Forward. We will thriveLife. Living we survive.Nothing. Empty so we climbBroken. Sometimes we are blind.Hopeless. Truth I will not lie.But something. Brightens up our eyes.Somewhere. Blackness of the night.Horror. Frightened we will fly.Darkness. Figure still and white.Moon. Stars will be our lightFollow. Narrow road in sight.Burning. Fire bright.Lost. Losing our sight.But somewhere. Along the lines.Twisted. Paths that wind.Gate. New question findOpen. Door in our mind.Step. Don't look behindPass. As though were blindThen we will see.Everything.
Too Late I Realize...It happened, and I realized it. My eyes grasp it and fill up with tears. But I cannot even cry. In shock, knees wobble and I fall.Its funny, I always find out when its too late.. I see it and I break. I'm broken like a mirror smashed in shards. I lay on the ground. Flat like a puddle of mud.Not even a ripple in the filth. Useless, cold, almost dead. Numb. I do not feel. Because I did not see. I did not see it until it was too late. And then it was done. It's over and I cannot believe it. The mind does not capture. It locks. And stays frozen, it cannot even function to deny the facts. So I lay. Broken, and broken I will stay. Because I could not see, and I could not prevent it.
These Days..Blueberry muffinsRainy daysChocolate kissesAnd loneliness staysMelancholy smileWhere is happiness found?Those you thought adored youThey're simply not aroundWhen did it all happen?When did everything fade?Can someone out there tell meWhy it always has to change..Or am I truly alone?