People? Ah, the things I could tell you about people.They smile and laugh and are as grand as the sun. But those coy smiles and sinister laughs could drag you down into greater darkness, and you will wish you had not looked into their sun.

They will use their hands to break your wings and pluck your feathers,

but you, little bird, must use your talons to set yourself free. 

A heart made of stone

rests below bones filled with sorrow

A mind made of steel

hides behind red rimmed eyes

And organs made of lead

quiver ‘neath skin 

that binds all pain within

into one being

countless times again

I am the weariness in your bones,

the shortness of your breath,

travel with me into the unknown,

for the best companion is Death.

The earth will swallow you all whole.

There’s still a lot I don’t know.

And in the silence of the night, the words come creeping in:

You must be pretty, you must be smart, you must be paper-thin.

When did the truth become such a heavy burden to bear?

When you started to believe it.

Don’t want to be everyone’s disappointment.

Don’t want to be bound by obligation.

What do you want? 

Because you can’t be yourself.

That’s not what they want.

On whom does disappointment weigh heavier? You?

Or me?

Love is just another form of insanity.

Loyalty without love.

What sort of loyalty is that?

We just weren’t who we thought we were.