Reach the sun that you climbed
of your own design,
the star's light patterned off of
every new decision you have made.
Hang the sun where it stays
for the rest of your days,
a cliched metaphor for every condecsension you replayed
in your head.
It's all in your head.
Are you better off dead?
Found the life that you craved
in the one that you saved.
The star's lights patterned off of
all the little shards upon the ground.
A broken image of
all the things you loved,
all that remains inside your head
as you fell asleep to the sound
of sirens in your head.
It's all in your head.
Are you better off dead?
Are you better off alone?
In one solitary moment,
do you wish you hadn't gone
and filled your head,
when every silly moments done,
with useless words that don't mean anything.
Can you forget about your past?
Are you better off dead?