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my hardestSet world on fire
then freeze it back again
this is what I feel
hurt but I never cry
the road gets longer the farther I go down
I wish the running would stop
my hardest is life
my easiest is love
or is it the other way around
My word is every everything
but what happens when nothing is your words
the way I said them means nothing
just stop it now
I need to help myself
and stand up
to who I am now
and see the road yet to go
to know who I want to be
and where im going
just one moreJust give me one more
ill show you that I can change
that I can do it
thats all I need
freedom to do what I need to do
just one chance
set it all back
I want to look at you
but not forward
just to the side
and see you there
with hands open
ready to face the future together
with me eternal.
finallyI got ice in my veins
but this is the day that I will shine.
I wish to see me reach the top.
See me finish the race and finally get the world
in my hands I wish to see you.
See how its done
im gonna prove to you
show you that I can do it
feels like the roofs caving in
but im gonna push it up and show you that I can be strong
for the both of us.
Show that I can do it.
Not for you
not for them
but for me
for me to feel right
to save myself the grief
of another day without you.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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