Strip Me Down

Strip me down,
Rip off my hide,
Leave me out to tan,
In the ink blotted sun,
Hanging bare,
Wet and new,
Alone

Take away all the comforts,
Of an effortless reality,
And see what is left,
Of the one you used to love
Because I am not her,
She is not me
We are separate

Taken out of this big
Empty world,
Like a newborn child,
Breathing its life in,
You are sucking it out
All the air on this planet,
Gone

Hapiness in a Letter

Happiness doesn't rely on a letter,
Some silly ink dot,
On a stained white paper,
Crisp and clean and out to ruin your life.
Such trivial things like going out can rely on it,
But you cannot place a limit on how much happiness you are allowed
They take away everything,
And for what?
Because I'm fucking my life up.
What do they care?
Its not like they want me here,
She just went far enough to tell me to move out

Happiness is something we all deserve,
Sinners or choir boys,
Lovers or war mongers,
We all deserve that joy,
Of having something to turn to,
Even when the path is as dark as this.
If anything, happiness should be awarded for lower letters,
Because its difficult to keep faith in hope,
When most that is good starts to leave.