Reality Is a Prison.

Deep inside,

we never know what's next,

we only know what we hide.

I've got my head in the game,

but my heart's in the sky.

A perfect little train-wreck,

I have to crash before I can fly.

Reaching,

reaching for the end of this story.

Falling,

falling toward a morning glory.

And crawling underneath,

underneath my skin,

underneath these scars.

I see my fate,

I see the world,

I see who we are.

Scattered there,

we fall apart.

All alone,

I can't see in the dark.

You took my hand,

you led me here.

I watched you disappear.

I've heard this story a hundred times,

It can't be mine.

I can't keep up,

I can't keep living this lie.

Hoping,

hoping for a better tomorrow.

Breaking,

breaking to the point where I can't fight any longer.

And crawling underneath,

underneath my skin,

underneath my scars.

I see my fate,

I see the world,

I see who we are.

Scattered there,

we fall apart.

All alone,

I can't see in the dark.

I see the girl,

the girl in the mirror.

She's different now,

She can see everything a little clearer.

She'll face the world,

with her head held high,

and her heart unfurled.

She has her answers now.

And crawling underneath,

underneath my skin,

underneath my scars.

I see my fate,

I see the world,

I see who we are.

Broken apart,

we sit in the dark.

All alone,

left with a burn mark.

We can't see in the dark.

Broken apart.

But it's falling apart.

When you look in the mirror,

what do you see?

My mother sees a women,

lost in her own world.

But she had to hold control,

or else she would start to fall.

My father sees a man,

who believes in all he sees.

A sharp sense of reality,

and a never ending breeze.

My sister sees a girl, 

not worth  anyones time of day.

She never sees  perfection,

not even when it stares her in the face.

When I look in the mirror,

there are multiple things I see.

I see a girl,

not quite grown up,

but faltering in belief.

A girl who's haunted by her dreams,

by her reality,

and everything she feels.

A girl who wants to be it all,

but without the guts to try.

I see a girl,

who's haunted by her sight.

And whisper sweet release.

When I was little,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

they hid underneath my bed.

I saw demons,

they hid in my closet.

I saw hope,

through people who had firm belief.

I saw love,

embraced with wide open arms.

When I grew older,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

they crawled down my hallway.

I saw demons,

they crept into my bed.

I saw hope,

people who so vainly wanted to believe.

I saw love,

redemption from a greater God.

When I was old,

I was given a pen and a piece of paper.

"Describe what you see."

And I did just that.

I saw monsters,

crawling inside of me.

I saw demons,

drifting off of my fingertips.

I saw hope,

greedy con-men hoping for salvation.

I saw love,

but it simply turned to dust.

The monsters live within us.

The demons haunt our steps.

Hope is just a vain excuse for faith.

And love is simply reaching for unimaginable depths.

Try to find a way to screw my head on right.

I always know,
that eventually everyone will just forget me.
That I will just become,
another face within the crowd.
And even though I'll remember it all,
It'll hurt more than I could ever imagine.
One day, my heart will stop beating.
And then, finally, I will be at peace with myself.
I know that I'm not much,
but I try my hardest to impress you.
All I ever know,
is that to you, I am nothing.
And while I hang on for dear life,
I'll eventually have to let go.

Fixed at Zero.

For everything I like about myself,

There's always something I hate.

I try my hardest to be perfect,

But what is perfect?

I want to impress my parents, 

But they don't believe in anything I do.

I want to follow my dreams,

But I'm only crushed by them.

I never want to be alone,

But with each passing day I feel lost.

I want to be able to keep my head above the waves,

But I feel like I'm drowning without a savior.

I want to be able to tell you all of these things,

But I know you'll never care.

Her dreams are far and few.

No matter how hard she pushed,
 no matter how far she ran, 
it would always find her.

It crawled

in her veins,

triggering emotions,

that she'd forgotten she could feel.

Through

will power,

she tried to stay away.

But her heart and

her mind

couldn't control it.

They couldn't control the urges,

they couldn't control the pain

it caused

She tried to drag herself,

half willing, half reluctant,

but she couldn't escape the

grief.

It coaxed her,

it called her name throughout the day,

It constantly brought her back in, because it was

the life support

that she needed,

the one that she craved,

like a lonely child

that she

couldn't get rid of.

Her heart, though trying to remain clear,

thumped slower in her chest because she 

needed

it running through her veins.

Like jumping off a bridge,

she was only

desperately

calling it's name.

Her throat was parched,

because she wanted, but

was

scared of having it,

in her grasp.

And even though it was slowly

killing

her spirits,

it still managed to hold on.

She felt that

her

heart was going to burst.

That her stomach was going to break.

And that she would end

slowly.