rage is filling me
anxiety is thrilling me
this unmanageable want to rip my skin
is tearing me apart, like some internal sin
my soul is crying, my brain is frying
and now i must go
what i will do, even i never know

Isn't the city beautiful?
its perfect from the view i'm at
leaning over the edge of this building, with the wind blowing against the sides of my back
the ground looks so far away, its covered in people
like waves they sway
endlessly flowing, never really going anywhere but past
its amazing how fragile we are
we fall and shatter like glass
we must have our balance
or our lives could slip
we'd end up in a hospital bed, listening to the IV drip
if i fell from this height, into the water of those peoples lives
i would be but a rock, crashing into the waves
it would cause a sudden panic then their notice would just
float away

BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP TELLING PEOPLE,
THAT NO ONE WILL LOVE THEM UNTIL THEY START LOVING THEMSELVES.
YOU HAVE TO STOP PLANTING THIS IDEA IN PEOPLES BRAINS THAT THEY ARE UNWORTHY OF LOVE,
JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR OWN STRUGGLE.

"You knew of words,
but not meaning."

I am not immune to emotion
it strikes me like lightning
but can sicken me to my core
it can raise me
or beat me down to bleeding on the floor
when i'm open wide, with nothing left to hold
it can break me down to tears, and make my skin cold
i am weak, but so very strong
my mind says good, when my heart feels wrong
i'm not alright here,
i'm finding that in this world i have so much to fear
screaming is my sedation
and my mother gets this dedication
i was left alone when the most attention was required
all the wrong people were surely admired
I've been held by evil hands for far too long
now ill never know the difference between right and wrong