the wiring in my brain has been rearranged
people keep telling me that im deranged
i try and speak
but my voice is too weak
somethings not right
everything is too bright
i lie and say im fine
when i cant breath most of the time
i know its all in my head
but its a struggle to get out of bed

We seem to believe
That someone's problems
Are dark drops in clear water
Can't see through, too solid

We can’t separate
The drops from the water
The dark from the clear
The people from their problems

Like they’re one in the same
And all they’ll ever be
We’ve let problems become
Someones identity

But a rose is not a thorn
And a cactus, not a needle

They are people with problems

and not problem people.

Your body is your home.
You wouldn't tell someone their home is too big or too small,
The ceilings too short or too tall
The wallpaper, skin, too old, wrinkled, crumpled and peeling or not the right tone.
The frame and foundation of bones connecting,
Some with clean cut marble perfection, some with broken bits and Floorboard splits.
But you wouldn't tell someone their home is too old or too new.
The value of the pipes, veins, visible in clenched fists.  The arch of an eyebrow or the shape of the roof, a scar or tattoo.  
You take care of your home because your life is here.
Inescapable, a cage within your ribcage.  
You hope and pray that if you take care of it then it will take care of you, Shelter you.
You wouldn't burn your own home.  Cut, scrape or bruise the stars locked On one side of your eyelids, your windows.  Who knows which side?
Your body is your home.  It is the only place you will ever truly be able to call home, the only thing that you will ever truly own.

Get out of my mind and out of my heart
All you have done is hurt me
Yet somehow I still have a place in my heart for you
How can I miss someone so malevolent?
How can I miss someone who is so vile?
How can I miss someone who is so hatefull? So revenge hungry?
Why can't you just leave me be?
Please take your memory from my mind
Take the love I have for you from my heart
Take everything that has to do with you away
I miss you when you don't even deserve to be a thought in my mind
Why can you just leave

Can you hear the waves?
Crashing through the caves,
Every inch, every glimpse,
There's a jinks.

Can you feel the air?
Touching your svelte hair,
Maybe it touched your heart,
Like you're a subtle art.

As they say; seasons change,
It will quickly rearrange,
No more waves for you to hear,
The change you always fear.

As you roam your eyes,
You'll remember that time flies,
You wasted the moment,
You never noticed even one movement.

Wait for a falling star,
Wish rather than putting it in a jar,
You will start to appreciate everything,
**When everything becomes nothing,