The way home

It's a sickening feeling,
One that never fades,
Constantly fighting your own thoughts,
Learning new trades.

Wandering the streets,
Not a thought in your head.
Your mind is completely blank,
You might as well be dead.

Your heart is cold,
And your pulse runs dry.
Your eyes are lifeless,
And can't help but cry.

But when you see his face,
It brings you to life.
A zombie rising from the dead,
As you pull out the knife.

They laugh at you,
And call you names.
It drives you nuts,
How they play their stupid games.

Like a newborn child,
He fills you with joy.
And he doesn't know,
What you would do for this boy.

Little miss evil,
Little boy blue.
All the silly fairy tales
simply come true.

You trust him with your life,
Every hour of everyday,
He is your everything,
You will never let him fade away.

Like your skin on a razors edge,
She leaves a mark,
It's like her soul is always there,
Hiding in the dark.

All the dark secrets she has kept,
Are about to come true.
She will scream them from mountain top,
Just to get through to you.

She tears your heart open,
And leaves it that way,
To prove to you,
That that's what she goes through everyday.

She wants to remember,
How to live.
She needs you to show her the way home,
You don't know what she'd give.