it's weird depression
the moment you think it's gone
it's back
suddenly there are thoughts in your head
you remember the knife you keep next to your bed
you never touch it
but it's there just in case
the thoughts you are thinking, you can't outrace
and it's weird depression
the thoughts say goodbye
just because of that person said "hi."
they gave you purpose
and they still do
and it's because they are the world to you
you know
it's weird love
problems now gone
all you thought was right
was wrong
they showed that to you
and proved that you care
about the life you live
despite it being unfair
it's weird depression
how it comes and goes
bu
The smallest flame,
the smallest spark even
can create the largest impact
and change the world around it
The potential is there,
just let the sparks fly
don't burn in anguish
and be extinguished by tears of sorrow
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
To every truth there is a lie, that is the equal push;
the opposite comes into play as only one can be told...
So which will it be?
The eye,
it represents perfection...
Yet so much are they similar,
that they share one flaw...
Both can be destroyed with no effort,
even a mistake...
Lost.
