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There is nothing left to say

When it feels like I have said this many times before

When there is no one and nothing left but me

White walls laugh hysterically

Do I really embrace it?

Why do I feel so intoxicated?

When the sun outside is a herbal remedy

Surrounded by many but feel so empty

The room is my lab and I dissect the reality of youth

So vexed from my discoveries and your presence is cancerous to my sanity

This is just a revelation: you are in crisis

You are all so fearful of breaking from your inner shells

But you want to fly like the butterflies as the drugs rot you to the annals of damnation

You are nothing but a dog that is lured by a whistle to the edge of a cliff

Adolescence is nothing but Shakespearean tragedy

Tick tock, I am counting the days but sadly years pass me by

Even a tree can grow in bad weather

Yet sometimes a tree wants more sunlight and less rainy days

Does a piece of paper give me closure?

Their cognitive forces are so outdated, my revelations are overstated

You might snap because the same bland day repeats again and again

No one to express the truth to or no one who understands

You tell the truth and all they give you is a counselor and some pills

This is why some in disarray swallow the cold steel that can give you chills

Can a funeral with empty promises and fake smiles give me closure?

And even now, you do not know the melody of my voice and my explosively kind spirit

What was lost and what was gained?

Another melody made me sane

Have I found closure?

Sweet perfume brings me back to a touch that was not there

If my voice is a mutant, then your love is just a fungus that kills all that it holds

I am not a fool anymore, yet I will embrace daring lips

Respect is earned, have I found closure?

I am sorry little big boy, you are not tough

My efforts were wasted, they were just not enough

I am just your prostitute, your quick fix

Rape my self esteem, over, and over again

Fast cars, avalanches, and what is loyalty?

I forgive you for your folly, your duplicity gives me closure

In my darkest hours, depression is my unholy drug

Yet in those moments of despair, the Legendary Ghost gives me rehabilitation

And on a magical Friday, I learned that epiphanies are better than self destruction

There is always light at the end of the tunnel, yet adversity is always detrimental to your reasoning

Another day is another blessing

Another day that is closer to those sacred answers

There is always light that is burning bright above the clouds

Not all hope is gone when you study the art of patience

We will all have eternal rest some day

And when that time comes, those dark hours will be taken by the hurricane known as a radiant sunset

Sadness is an ever growing discography

And every record progresses from the last

Once you appreciate the pain, you will know then that there is nothing left to say

Another sun, another moon

I have found closure