I
We are the sick
We are the sick spirits
Suffering together
Hearts filled with sorrow
Alas!
Our mentality fumbles when
We lower our guard.
Are fragile and scared and
As numb as ever
Or as misunderstood
In our struggle

Minds without clarity, souls without sympathy
Surrounded in misunderstanding

II

I just want to live in my own little world
Where reality cannot touch
Perfect and pure
Where I rule
Where no harm is done
And all is well
That's why I draw
To be free from this realm

Why can't I just escape reality
Why can't reality just not exist
Why can't I just stay in my own little world
Away from pain
Away from heartache
Away from the misery of this world

III

Someday a I feel like I have no dreams
I don't have a passion or purpose
I just want to stare into the fire of my shattered dreams
I guess I'm hoping
That the fiery passion will reignite
That my love for something will return

I long for the days
Where I feel unstoppable
But I am only left
With the heartache and pain

IV

She mistakes my emotions
My mind spins one way
My heart another
And my face showing neither
My habits have changed
My passions are slipping
I'm falling down fast
And no hand to catch me

Try as they might people have come
They reach out a hand
But I refuse to touch it
For I don't want them to see
The part of me that is so mentally weak
I only want for them to be happy
And not know the me that is so frail

V

I hear what she says
I listen and take it it
But the things she says
Just makes my heart sway
The wind inside picks up
The lightning flashes and
Thunder roars
Louder and louder
Destroying my levees of solitude
With the rains of reality

My inner thoughts racing
Is it natural to be so upset
At someone you love dearly?

At what point do you become a psychopath?
When the thoughts turn to
Wishes of death?
For you or a loved one
Is this just the depression talking
Or something more?
Could we need space
Or perhaps a time machine?
Can this bond be remended
Or only remembered?