• Reality is nonexistant,

    In my own world.

    Books have feelings;

    Water can see the light

    That lies beyond the boundries we live by.

    When life becomes too difficult to control

    I visit this place of calamity

    And wish you were here along my side

    Colors can breathe the air that I do,

    And life is a coma that I wake from

    To realize that you aren't here.

    My heart is hidden from the world,

    Where no one can affect it so

    As you have.

    It is hidden here, and consoles my gently

    As I miss you terribly,

    There is no melencholy

    Just yearning of happiness

    That will never be my own.

    Happiness is so far away

    That it is out of sight

    And it has been buried so deep in that water

    I would drown to capture it.

    Never again will I see the light

    For I have drowned in the sorrow

    That holds my happiness,

    And no one will help me,

    So I have been swallowed into the belly

    Of depression.

    If only you were here

    To see me fall

    Then you would know

    That you can affect me

    You just don't take the time

    To notice.