Villians
It’s not fair. It’s not our fault.
We have no say in our own lives.
We’re living a fairy tale someone else wrote.
We dread it.
We run from it.
But destiny still arrives.
We are thinkers, not talkers.
We are problems, not solutions.
We are heroes of the dark, villains with a spark.
The heroes hate us.
Because that’s their story.
They hate us to fill the chapters of a hero’s life.
Because in the story hating a villain makes them feel like heroes.
How many villains suffer in silence?
’Cause real villains don’t cry.
It’s not enough to close our eyes.
Because our scripts are embedded into our minds.
And we follow them until we die.
choices
You're like the calmest
Slit to my neck
Bring me in closer
Chained to my desk
Beckoning nausea
Desperately chosen from a crowd of one and I, I...
I'll lie to you
I'll play this role
I'll act like my act is together
I'll go through life without hope
And I'll open the door and fall through the floor
or
I could open the door and breathe in the dust
And I could walk through those flames till I don't feel their touch
Oh but how can I leave when I know what's out there
silly of me to think that you might care
Listening to People
Someone once told me to never dream too hard,
and that I should never put my faith in the stars.
They told me to keep up my guard,
and that I should never talk about my scars.
They told me that I should keep quiet,
and instead of eating so much, I should go on a diet.
Someone told me that people don't care,
and you can scream to the world that "life's not fair".
Someone taught me that things won't always go my way,
and that every once in a while I'll have a really bad day.
Someone grabbed my hand and told me life is hard,
then they raised their hand and pointed me to God.
Someone told me that people will look down on me,
and that life is cloudy sometimes we can't see.
The blessing that are right in front of us,
The fact that they're right there is kinda sus.
Someone told me not to grow up too fast,
because you can never go back in the past.
It's harder to say goodbye
Because what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're OK?
And saying that bad things happen for a reason,
will not stop the bleeding.
Because you moved on while I'm still grieving.
And my heart is breaking because you never said you were leaving.
Every time I reach for you, it takes a minute to dawn,
that you are truly gone.
Every time I remember,
all those nights in September
I fall apart in time with the seasons,
trying to battle my guilt demons
because I never got to say goodbye before you died.
The Things I Did So I Wouldn’t Forget
I remember when it was just me and you
lying around talking about nothing new
I remember when it was just you and me
and all those fishing trips down to the sea
and suddenly out of nowhere you said you had to leave
me being so young and so naive
said “it’s ok I’ll wait here by the sea”
and then when I grew up it finally dawned on me
that it was all make-believe
because you left a long time ago
but my younger self said, “no I can’t let go.”
unknowingly dragging my heart in tow
