Every day with you was a beautiful flower,
Unique and attractive, pleasing to eyes,
And just look at the garden beds makes me remember:
How often have I caught your shining sight.

I enjoyed all our moments, even the outlyed,
Even when you were stubborn and hopeless,
Because you've become to me more than important,
Because garden gives me air, to be alive.

My garden of moments blooms all the time
Under the glass dome, somewhere inside,
So that I could dream and be sad about you
Without ever confession that my garden is true.

In the trials of life measured only by sweat and grit,
Do you have what it takes to greet challenge, not forfeit? 
And through the unstable, the changing unplanned;
Is the strength found within you, to intrepidly stand?

When the weight of the pressure all life's given freely;
And the awareness of trembling courage felt keenly;
On your shoulders the mass of all air, sea, and land;
With all this to trouble you, still will you stand?

Stand with the purpose of never never failing?
Stand with the promise of each problem assailing? 
Stand with resolve to be, in trouble, strong handed?
That when it's all over you can say, "I have standed!"

Something snapped inside me, I can't describe it, or put it into words.
You wouldn't realize unless you know me, and only then if you knew me well, and had heard,
The quiet questions rising slowly, asking to be voiced but only when its calm, at night,
If you were present in that stillness and had listened past the surface words, you might
Have felt the undercurrent surge, have caught a glimpse of that severed cord
Have seen a shadow of turmoil that now I feel I can't afford.
I smile, I laugh when I'm supposed to, most times it feels like its an act;
I pretend to be carefree, try to follow conversation, when, in fact
My mind is drifting, roaming places that feel a million miles away;
It feels as though I must say goodbye to a part of me that I deeply wish could stay.
I'm sure that this is necessary, I trust that good, at least, "can" follow,
But the broken thing is what was known, and that's a heavy pill to swallow.

But I guess I'll have to let this slide 

I mean 

Not that you left me any other choice 

As if you cared regardless of if I have one 

I’m voluntold to join this ride 

But don’t you think for a second 

That you’ll always get away with this 

I am not some captive for you to keep tightly tied around your wretched and wrathical wrist

I won't laugh or breakdown and privately cry 

When someone insults me 

 

Because why 

 

Well, I have better things to do 

Then to sit in the bathroom and cry 

Or laugh like a madman so I don't somehow die