• If the world could blossom into my sanity,
    I think I could breathe again.
    It hurts to be happy when I know
    they are suffering .

    I fake a smile, but behind it I’m screaming for help.
    I feel selfish because I think I hurt everyone
    who stands right in front of me.

    I feel sick when you think I could do anything,
    And that I’m so talented.
    What about you?

    I walk and walk but don’t receive hope as much as I should.
    It kills me that everything has to be the same,
    And still remains that way.

    I thought I had a chance before, but it broke away
    when I couldn’t handle it anymore.
    I rather go on alone.
    So I can breathe just a little more.

    I live in a dream that keeps repeating,
    the agony, guilt, selfishness,
    and my weakness.

    Though I still dream I could walk with you,
    and hold your hand forever,
    still it hides down at the bottom of my heart.

    I’m still hiding from love, the cold-hearted
    keeping up the ripping of my heart
    and using it for their damn pleasure.

    Through the crowds of people I want to cry so
    heavily, because their so lost.
    I keep pushing through them
    hoping I will find what my future holds.
    Hoping that their there.
    That they’ll find me and save me from
    the fake world I stand upon.
    Hoping that everyone ends up like this,
    and that they’ll become one with me.
    My dream will never end.
    Never again….