Is it so hard to ask,
For love, friendship and trust,
Is it so hard to think,
To think what you once meant to me?
Now i'm all alone,
In a boring, normal world,
My dreams are destroyed,
My imagination annoying.
Were can I go,
I read all the books,
Were can I go,
I've been searching for clues.
My soul starts resting,
My heart stops racing,
My eyes are closing,
My cheeks stop rosing.
That is the last sound,
You'll hear me singing,
I'm sorry my love,
My journey just begun.
I have lost several friends, I have lost my job, I have been invited not to live at my residence after this year, I have given up hope, I have lost my will to go on, I have lost so many other things... just in 2 weeks... I am going to go home... back to Wray the place I detest so much and I am going to get help... Medical help... I am far to depressed to be 24 I shouldn't hold my life at equal value to the dirt that we walk on... honestly the only times I am EVER happy are when I am in a relationship and I can't live like that... I just can't live like that.... It may be weeks, months, years, a decade til I find the woman I'm supposed to end
Why does a moth fly
Directly into the flame?
Perhaps its captivated
By the beauty to be found
In such pure recreation
Or perhaps
It flies so surely
Into its own death
Because it believes
The flames of rebirth
Will allow it a second chance
At metamorphosis,
And perhaps that this time...
It will appear a butterfly.
Perhaps this is the only thing
It can force itself to believe
While it burns.