the difference between a crazy person and a normal one is perseverance passion in their words and which direction that they run when faced with danger eye to eye im no stranger to living a lie iv climbed higher than u can fly and i havent even spread my wings yet iv seen things from perspectives u couldnt wrap ur level headed brain around iv invented angles that would knock ur cool and collected feet right off the ground your pulse beats steadily mines erratic, see your thought are constant but heavy and mine occur sporadically at a glance my sentences might seem random but they have meaning for instance this next sentence might be gibberish to you but mean everything to me porcelain walls leaves changing in the fall sunlit life medicine innocent eyes icicles brain waves grass stains sunsets cracks in the path and space between train tracks listen, time ticking by missing life wishing i could live a normal life without slipping in the piles of mud that make up my mind the over packed stuffing bulging at the seams with my thought of everything and nothing combined my eyes are bullet proof glass windows into the zoo holding back the circus act protecting those who intend to intrude all the cards are stacked but who knows who will win or lose im an unlit match strike me wrong and ill burn you breathe deep soak it in kneeling in the leaves, broken sticks we see open skin now let go and leap from the bridge when i speak all i can do is hope that the next work lays down flush with the last set of words that i spoke to form a string of verbs and nouns that make some kind of sense because sometimes my brain fails to distinguish what i meant and what i said from each other and i try to unclutter my mind but sometimes conversation's just too sudden and my thoughts and my mind dont form a straight line, fumble and i stutter but escape just in time bleeding skin seeping in breathing live reaching heaven hand, time, sand, line, drawn, i, bleed, cry and everything i thought were signs grew legs and walked on the mask that i hide behind cracked and broken its falling off snapped and hoping i can hold it up peeling off peering past the blood would love to climb out iv stalled enough centrifugal force is pushing me towards the outside and im alone im supporting the core i am the floor walk on me ill implode (collapse) trap everything iv ever loved under the pieces that u broke hoping that my world explodes because in here time moves slow waiting at the bottom of a cup for you dead brain cells autumn yourself and the truth close your eyes thats not a picture of a nightmare its a perfected reflection of you my throat is closing the weight is stacked on my back my faces are flushed and my shoulders are folding hand in hand with my better half i am dying my mind is trying to climb outside my skin to get a good grip and de-spine me but its not gonna happen and im glad that im back again even if just for the moment ill have the last laugh dragged through the dirt tore my limbs my frame is broken and i am happy for the first time since i hit the ground so the reason that i drag my feet is because i like where i am right now -Quiet

I Hope So Written by ~ Quiet ~ Im nothing but a clone With an inside packed with stuffing and an outside made of stone When you're a victim of your own and you're falling from home and all u have left is hope u have 2 choices, you can hit rock bottom, or grab the rope My feet are leading the way my limbs are disconnected from my brain and I cant tie the strings back together to tell my hands to pull myself up out of my grave The world is a blur, flying by in twirls of black and grey swirls Theres no sign of a red or a blue or a green or even a dark purple I watch that blackbird fly thru the window and wonder where he goes Cant help but notice im the pot of coal at the end of the dark spectrums rainbow Everything iv loved has been stolen right from under my nose and anything iv decided to believe in has been sold instead of grown I look all around theres no sound no one seems remotely close My heads in the clouds if my eyes could leave the ground id know im not alone When you never learned to see it hard to know where you're supposed to go Run into the sun or snow visit with the warmth or cold, sink or float Sometimes if u wanna breathe 1st u need to choke and if u wanna grow u need to break bones And when u have nothing left but hope, u have more than enough to hold When time decides to move slow I notice that's when I tend to grow When the window of opportunity is closed that's when the sun comes to melt the snow The clouds part over the house the treetops shine and Im short of breath The bird opens his mouth to shout his lines and I envy those front steps In order to hold onto hope, I need to learn to let go That's when the bird forgets how to fly freezes time and learns how to float And when the wise man closed his eyes to recite every word hes ever spoken Im gonna grab hope by the throat, and choke it i was almost home when my legs snapped iv never felt so low i was so close i can still go im gonna take the strength from every word i never spoke im staggering i never shoulda stood up and it shatters me i never know how much is enough batter up in the box the ladder will collapse if you dont give all four legs enough trust my broken footprints leave a trail to follow in the dirt hope someone stumbles upon them before theyre swallowed by the earth and im gone forever and the last strand keeping me tethered to reality is severed and when you have nothing left but hope you can give up or grow pick your poison flick the syringe and measure inject and go to sleep please dont accept me for me if theres something you need to say open your mouth and scream if i have one piece of real advice its if you ever get your hands on hope squeeze iv conquered the dark killed the light tug a war with life my enemy is inside iv tried iv cried iv lied to loved ones and seen the pain thats trapped in their eyes and i told myself never again and i molded myself into a better him then i melted back down into a puddle and i stumbled and i scraped the bottom of the bin again fall back to the tracks same old planks back to the bad and the same old train back to the cracks in my name on the wall i fall i crawl i cant escape my fate im not a good person and i hate it i know that im worthless and i cant change it if i had a purpose id make a picture perfect for a person then help them live it after i paint it i can change i know as i age i grow my brain will mold into who iv always wanted to become i have enough rope to hold on to hope i dont know where to go all i have left is hope is that enough to hold i hope so i dont wanna let it go iv got it by the throat im gonna squeeze until it chokes i cant help it im so selfish im so cold i need to tighten my grip i need to watch the blood drip every second it slips its so delicate so fragile so infinite i think i might be sick every string has been clipped grab Hope by the lips tell her thank you and deliver her last... i dont know where to go all i have left is hope is that enough to hold i hope so i dont wanna let it go iv got it by the throat its all iv got left to hold im so cold i think i might be sick every string has been clipped grab Hope by the lips tell her thank you and deliver her last... kiss ~Quiet~