I wrote this a few years back…

Things that people tell me all lead to your demise. Trapped in a dying circle, let love set a fire. Not going to let you down this time. And now I’m falling. Running out of time. And nobody knows who I really am. I’ve never felt this empty before. So who’s going to comfort me, and keep me strong? It always seems like I’m all alone. Surrounded by millions of faces. And when I open the final lock, all that didn’t make it out was hope. In the last moments, what will my heart really feel? Explosion on the sky-blue grass. Lines the walls, colorful paper. Be careful not to drop the thin breaking bone line. Holding me up, suspended in time. Loosing grip then down I fall. Hitting all the clouds as the river sweeps away my memories of holding you close, eyes shut tight against the forbidding love. The world falls because I can’t hold it up. Crashing, burning to the ground. Never hear my silent screams, never even make a sound. Lost in a time or sorrow. Help me up before I drown. Oops. Slip. Now it’s too late. Maybe it was me who caused this fate. Either way, are you strong enough? Live with the guilt, the hope, the love? Is it even still present? Hollowed and dull, thriving, living through a soul. Mulling things over, locked away in your room. So much time on the clock, yet so little on Earth. Wondering if this is right? No questions asked, no answers given. Last line plays as you end it all. I’ll never win in a world so gray. I held my ideals so dear to me until I slipped into the water, falling into the sky. I let them affect me so much that I lost myself. My inspiration died, helping me decide. Falling into step, slip, and slide. Gun, knife, whatever it takes. I don’t think I’ll live another day…