• I'm Gonna miss You When You're Gone

    All of these words, they amount to nothing. The only thing I'm good at is hurting other people. She's the one the other side, the one I like to hurt. These four walls are suffocating and in my mouth is the taste of dirt. An early bird I was, an early bird I'll stay, the hour's quickly passing, but I have so much more to say. Like these walls are suffocating. That this light is way too bright. That in hurting other people, I take oh so much delight. Are you really listening, behind that sheet of glass? The only thing that separate us, as the hours quickly pass. Silence now falls; the phones have been turned off. Dry as my throat is, the emotion I cannot quaff, down deeper now, the falling action in this story. Well, was it worth it? Worth our happy ending? Worth every second, every minute in two years? The freedom of our losses slowly disappears, what is gained from all this madness? A hardened head, a hardened heart? How long have I been waiting, I should have known this from the start. That there was no happy ending, and there's always more to say… It's only just a matter of, how long you're gonna stay… I want to hold you closer, in my arms and in my stare, but I only come to realize that you were never truly there. Here, or there, I cannot decide, because it's only a sheet of glass, and even though I can't hear you, still the hours quickly pass. You stole my childhood away from me; I grew up way to fast. I never knew in the game of life we were always chosen last. Always constant heartache right in front of me… In this choice of good or bad, who is the real enemy? You hurt me, I hurt you, it all goes round and round, and still the pin drop in my heart hardly makes a sound… But were you even listening? Paying close attention? Because reading between the lines can bring you closer to comprehension. That these walls are still suffocating, that this light is way too bright, and even if I chose to be here, I didn't come to fight… This whole time the tests have been right there, answers sit before this glass, the mediator of my stare. Your eyes don't hold any sadness, it looks more like relief. I think that you feel safe in there, and it only brings me grief. I will always remember, your words, I'll never forget, I will live without regret. I don't believe in coincidence, and I'll never believe in chance. I'll be back tomorrow, visitation reservations must be made a day in advance…

    A Few words to my Mother:

    As you probably already know, love comes in all shapes and forms, and I would always catch you saying: "You're gonna miss me when I'm gone." Well, I want you to know, that I do, and even more importantly, I will always miss you, still. Even though you've heard what I have to say. I still would like to know if you even feel the same, what I'm trying so desperately to ask you is, did you even miss me then, do you even miss me here, do you even miss me now… Do you miss me now… Do you miss me now… Do you miss me?