Survival

Written during sophomore year.

It’s a way of survival

A way of surviving in you

Because you lift me up and save me

This phenomenal thing you can’t see

Even when I tell you

That you are the one

The one I listen to

The one I turn to

The one I so foolishly depend on

You are the sweet fuzz

The hypnotizing static on the TV screen

If nothing else but to save me

From an over-dramatic, strangely obscene

Attempt to teach myself some reality

Reality in everything but me

And some sick, twisted dream

And when everything goes as planned

The plan’s not so beautiful

When tears are shed, and somehow

You’re still there for the awakening

Way past the black stains on the wall
Way past coming home

To this world, never the same

When acceptance only comes

When it’s too late to take it

But with the unexpected

Somehow it’s not too late

And blurred faces become so clear

When the world seems so much fuller

When it spills out the hope remains

When it spills out

Nothing matters anymore

Confusion in that emptiness

Lost without the chaos of my thoughts

I start the new cycle

In honor of the broken and in hope for the future

In hope for Jersey and in hope for Chicago

And with that, I think it will be

That bliss might just come for me

And I can’t stop smiling

Singing stupid songs

Spoken words of the future

And those to spend it with

Never have I been so sure

So thank you

You’ll never be forgotten