don't make your life fit to fairytale standards,
live a life that feels as if you are living your own kind of fairytale

i don't write happy much
but sweet tunes cure my constant aching for the night.
his wonderful voice,
radiates from his mouth,
like honey.
the sweet songs filling me to the top
and i can't help but smile.
a big, big smile that hurts now,
while i lay here in bed.
but it takes the pain from my heart -
it's a good kind of hurt

moments of complete and utter hopelessness
make me feel as though i'm drowning.
completely submerged under life's raging sea.
i gulp for a breath,
one single moment of pure clarity
before being pushed down by reality's strong hands.
harsh, bitter cold life splashes over my face,
and sends me sinking slowly to the bottom.

getting better,
only leads to falling apart.
just like living,
is the first step to dying.

i'm ok
when the sun fills the sky.
i can think clearly,
and laugh.
but as soon as it fades over the horizon
my mind slips away.
i can't process,
and my body gets hot.
what if this,
what if that.
oh darling sun,
please stay.

we're all just waiting here on Earth.
we spend so much time waiting.
waiting to live,
that we waste our chance to live,
on just waiting to die.