I hope you don't forget me,
and our late night conversations that lasted till  3 am.

I hope you don't forget the time
when we spent hours
laughing over the dumb jokes
that we cracked.

And I really hoped you haven't forgotten
the time when you came to me
lovelorn and heartbroken
because the girl you liked didn't like you back.
That evening we spent,
in silence on the bench
because I couldn't find the words to comfort you.

But, to love is to let go.

So now that you're happily off with her,
I really hope you don't forget me.

Crying in the rain only lasts so long
And redrawing faded sharpie butterflies can't go on forever
Dreading over the pink and white lines that make you look like like a kindergarten art project only causes secrecy
While puking up your last meal only causes travesty.
We all hit the bottom whether it be through drugs or cuts
Burning or vandalism
Alcohol or caffeine
Puking or refusing to eat.
We all have a point that we wish we never turned to
And the meds prescribed to help you
Only make it worse
And seem like a fantasy.
We all hit the bottom but to sip from a different cup
We have learned to fake smiles
And pretend to have our chin up.

There are seven doors floating just above in front of me
It's a dream I have night after night
I rush into stars/I rush into flight/I rush into this dream--
night after night
like chapters unfolding in a book
sometimes I'm afraid
to even look
at what mystery, magic, or darkened road
may be waiting behind each un-opened door
I wish I knew before I opened
one through seven
Cause'...you know
I'm not quite ready for hell, or heaven
I don't want to see what's on the other side
but I know that I cannot hide
from twilight, midnight, sunlight, on a given day
mystery unfolds/come what may
behind a door
dragons, demons, darkness
light
there's a spell that's cast
each night
1, 2, 3, 4, are the numbers on the doors
5, 6, 7, 8
I open the door
then through the gate
suddenly I see the number 8,
wondering what to anticipate.

Going through each day
Looking happy and worry-free
'I am fine', I always say
But there is something they cannot see
Something hidden deep inside
So that no one could know
The scar I used to hide
My woebegone soul it would show
Still learning how to mend my heart
Looking at the shattered pieces of it
Seeing what's still left after it had been torn apart
Picking up each fragment bit by bit.