x marks the spot.

you are not interested.

i am not what you need.

i am simply the distraction from reality.

i am the fine line between what you want,

and what you have.

i am the x marking the spot,

only standing on top of the treasure.

the map has led you here.

i am the sign you have made it,

but i am not what you have been searching for.

you will be able to settle for knowing where the treasure is for a while,

taking comfort that the x will always be there to help you find it again.

why are you only here when i don't need you?

why can't you listen to me when i do?

why have you never gone out of your way

to hear me out,

to let me share?

you have turned your back right when i needed you the most,

and have not shown your face since.

i'm getting tired of looking at the back of your head.

but it's all i see anymore,

when what i need is for you to just turn around and face me.

i am not connected.

here is my hand,

it is empty.

i have reached out for you many times,

only for it to return lonely again.

here is my mind,

it is racing.

it will not stop thinking of you.

my feet,

they have tried to dance

but will not follow along to the beat of my heart.

and my heart,

it will not listen to the pleas of my mind.

you see,

i am not connected.

not my feet to my heart,

my heart to my mind,

my hands to you.

i am not connected.

what i could do.

i could have given up on you,

i could have let you go

but i refuse to live without you.

i could let you fall,

i could have let you run away

but i refuse to let you go.

i could have spread my wings,

i could have flown away

but i refuse to leave without you.

i could be on top of a mountain,

i could be down in a valley

but i refuse to be there without you.

i could let you go,

i could give you up.

but i refuse to live without you.

let's make an agreement.

i would start a rainstorm,

i would fill an ocean.

i would flood the universe,

that will show you something.

i'd miss you the right way.

the way you can't explain.

maybe enough to fill a black hole,

or a way that words cant say.

there goes all the pieces,

you can't find them all.

scattered into a different dimension

an infinite amount.

you cant come any closer.

you cant go any higher.

and if you said you could,

then you would be a liar.

hey.

just don't go, ok?

together.

i wish i could touch your hand and take in your pain,

help you lift the load off your shoulders.

i wish you would show me your face,

so i could tell you i know you're not fine, and not be lying.

i wish that i could tell you that you're too far up,

so you could come back down.

i wish i could reach inside of you and place a light in your soul,

so you can know exactly where to go.

i wish i had a vacuum to rid you of the cloud over your head,

so you can be dry again.

is it better for you to live in pain

or go through more pain to get rid of it?

is it better for you to go down alone,

or to cling to another and risk bringing them down to come back up?

because if you're going down, then i'm coming with you.

and we'll go down together.

it's been a while...

nobody is trying to fight you.
we have not run away from you,
we have not left you.
if you would open your eyes you'd see.
you have run away, you have abandoned us.
you fought until you were too weak to fight anymore.
we have always been here.
once you come back to earth you will understand
just how much you need us.