In the realm of unconscious

Our minds flow free

Crafting worlds of wonder

And freedom from being

In the realm of unconscious

We cease to be seen

Gone from perception

And free from all things

In the realm of unconscious

The world falls away

Restrictions and rules

Lost with the day

In the realm of unconscious

We sink to the deep

Free of all things

'cept the beauty of sleep...

When I scream

When I speak

When I whisper

No one answers

My voice goes unheard

My questions unanswered

My joy squandered

My dreams floundered

I don't want that to be you

So please I'm begging

I'm crying and pleading

Can you hear me...

Joy

Eludes me

And leaves me

Helpless for any happiness

Succumbing to my inner demons

Slipping further down the dreaded spiral

Consuming my existence, leaving me a shell

Of a person with nothing left to give...

We must try to be like

The roses and the daises

Because wherever there is light

The flowers will find it

As they reach for the sun

We should reach

For that faint glimmer of hope...

I am made entirely of flaws

Stitched together by good intentions

Boundaries made by a machine

Easily cut by those with shears

Who care more about themselves

Than those just trying to stay whole

I am entirely made of flaws

Stitched together with good intentions

Desperately hoping the flaws you see

Don't drive you away

While hiding the ones that certainly will

Deep inside along the scarred and brok...

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

The brightest star in the big blue

All alone when he blocks out his brothers

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

When he can't shine at night

So his brothers have a chance to be seen

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

With no one to talk to

Or to hear his worries about burning out

Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?

Then he and I ...

TW: swear words

We are dead roses

Unloving and unfuckable

Simply because we don't

Feel the same way you do

We are dead roses

But we are no less beautiful

Because there are those

That find beauty in the lacking

We are dead roses

Some don't want romance

Others don't want sex

But we still come in all colors...

She accepted the gift

Feeling a swirl and mix

Of feelings inside her

Joy and ecstasy

Combined with

Fear and worry

Can she make the right face

The correct expression

Can she look the part

Of happy in the correct measure

Will she be able to show

The perfect amount

Of whatever they were hoping for...

It's time I give up

It's time I stop trying

It's time I move on

It's time to let you go

Because the only one

That's hurting

Is me

And it's time I heal...

My hopes and dreams

Flittered by

Sailing free

Away from me

Carried on the breeze

Through windows left open

Refusing to close

And seal one in

Slipping between fingers

Grasping at anything

They depart my life

Causing me strife...