Sometimes I regret every single thing
And
In my pain- I pass on by

emotionless  oh but still it hurts

You tell the truth,

N I dodge your smoke,

As if sometime I could regret.


away and then I cry....

Won't you go away?

emotionless

What good can come of height
A rise will end in fall
Whether it be mistakes
Or the ladder’s wood breaks
Or the people’s cruel spite
It’s a cliff climb of wall

I’m too afraid of rise
I want them by my side
In case I’ve too much size
For my actions to stand
And I can’t hold the ride
Then my life goes unplanned

I seem to have tried
I’m taking steps beyond and farther
And I continue to glide
To a world that looks much darker

I can no longer see the ground
If I fell, would it make a sound
I realize I made a mistake
This is much too hard to fake

I can’t turn around
Cause they can already see my blunder
It was that I found
What made me feel under

That’s it, I give in
I give up the chance to win
Never shall I try
I know the reason why
My great fear
Of the unclear

A fall is only as bad as you make it
A doorstep is not as deadly as a canyon
But I would like for you to tell that
To the shattered vase

The jagged edges of the broken glass
Shimer and shine like blood on protruding bones

While cleaning it up I feel a sudden pain
I inspect the injury
A small cut has appeared on my hand
Red liquid pools in the palm of my hand
A chuckle emerges from my chest
"In my clumsiness and neglect I have not only hurt another, but also myself.
"I will let you have your revenge because I do not blame you for being spiteful."

I pick up the pieces and inspect the translucent stones
"I could buy glue, pick up every piece, spend hours recreating this masterpiece."
"No, I am no craftsman. I am no glasssmith."
"This vase is broken."
The smell of sweat and iron reminds me of the damage that I brought on myself

My body has already started the process of repair
The blood has hardened to cover the wound
I try not to think about it
"It will sort itself out." I think to myself

I head out a second time to transport the vase
Pain in my hand refuses to subside

I ignore it

Within a few steps the glass once again falls
My hand throbs with sharp uncontrollable pain

The palm of my hand rotten and greened
Much worse than it had seemed
I look for a glove to cover the mess
But the problem won't end untill it's addressed
As I look for the glove the rot continues to grow
But if I only find the glove no one will know
Before i know it i am consumed
In much less time then I presumed

My eyes open to a blinding white room
Surrounded by faces of people  I know
Disappointed but worried
I had not done what was right
I had not asked for help
I had not even taken care of the injury
These people all care about me
I had let them all down
I will need to try again to move the vase
But this time I know
I will need help without my right hand

I've never hated somebody
I love so much.
I've never loved somebody
I hate so much
That's you

the future is bright
and you are going to shine
that's what everyone tells us right?
but what if the future isn't mine

what if it will never get better
what if it just stays the same
maybe I will never get that letter,
will every body call me lame?

if that is true
than why am I still trying,
so hard to seem less blue
while the flowers in my head are dying

but I will keep on dreaming
in what I once believed,
to clear my mind from all that screaming
and just be proud of what I've achieved