The stories are there
hidden behind your eyes...

I want to cut
but i cannot...

I cannot find the words
they are difficult to acquire...

Here i am, crawling
barely able to move...

*Not sure if this is in the right category*
i want to save you and take away your sorrow...

This home, to me,
is just a house...

Dear God,
if you exist...

You never hear the ending
or how events unfold...

I think i had a dream last night, or maybe it was...
i remember trying to escape from what i didn't...

I am out of control
i did it again...

It's not fair to read about how all these people...
Because i crave it so badly every time my door is...

Why can't you move on
and say you like me instead...