632 days ago The start of this new life A life of tough love Life never knowing peace The life of a child, not little anymore Life not doing much of anything Is what They see. When I want to just be me But they want me to see What they see That I’m an adult Not growing up Making small choices Day after day But not taking the best next step That will lead me away Away from the safety of home Away on an adventure I don’t want to begin Because once it takes off It won’t come to a stop I’ll be going moving running til the day I drop Drop from exhaustion Or from tears of remembering that pretty paradise So long ago Before I grew up and got old A paradise of playing Barbie’s with besties Or borrow older brother’s gameboy Or making mud potions in the backyard And sleeping in late on weekends With weekdays at a friends house Or nap time at school When life was less complicated And more of a game. I know it’s naïve Not wanting to leave This simple paradise That’s completely out of reach Parallel to my path now Never going to be able to meet Gone with the ages that pasted me by Because here I am now Growing up, with a job, a car, and taxes too Needing to make choices That’ll lead me away Away from that paradise That I can never return to A paradise that will never be forgotten A paradise far to the side Coming with me on my journey But as a memory No longer a place for me to stay, so this is my goodbye and my thanks To My Parallel Paradise.

What do they think Those who live for pain That pain can bring us to life Or that it can tear us down Well it does both if you will it to: Just it’s never fair, no, nothing about pain is fair. Now listen, this is a story about a kind of pain Pain always has a story Whether it's mirthful or full of peril There’s always a story to follow pain.

Time has run out, can’t stop the screaming The screams of pain In our heads or out of our mouths The pain Pain of heart, pain of soul Kinds of pain felt for others in pain You watch as their heart tears

• Should you comfort them? Do they need it right now? - Why does this pain still have to hurt?

But still enough to make you inherently numb To everything else; Nothing will be the same. Since the pain; this pain. This pain might never, ever go away. Not ever; not fully. It hurts It burns It breaks But maybe just maybe It could go away someday

Bit by bit, bit by bit; a little less, a little less; Bit by bit a little less numb. Watching the pain The pain that works fast and slow To break away at their hearts The heart that lost The bleeding weeping hearts; in pain This pain Don’t let them be gone.

They are really gone. Now all that we can do is wait. Wait with the pain, Not to remember the numb Try to not show this pain. This kind of numb We are slowly breaking, now that they’re gone. We are the broken pain left behind. Quick, sudden, unexpected. That's the kind of pain. Quick, sudden, unexpected. The kind of pain it is. That’s what it is to bury a friend It is pain—but right now; now it’s different A different kind of pain. With ripped hearts and numb thoughts We are in pain In pain we hold together We have to hold each other together.

Now bit by bit Bit by bit the numb fades Fades away with every passing day There’s a path to this kind of pain. First the shock comes With disbelief and a crack in our hearts Next the tears, cause now you know it's true, Even if you don’t want it to be. The pain Numb but not.

The numb comes later Now after tears it’s guilt The perforating of our torn hearts, With salt in the wound. The guilt will bring on the numb, But not yet. Next comes the sobs Sobs of guilt, tears of pain But guilt is a different kind of pain. It’s what brings the sobs There’s nothing we could’ve done.

They’re gone We’re not We keep going, while they’re now frozen. Gone. But not forgotten Because pain Pain This pain Is the hardest to forget You will be remembered.

This is the story of pain The pain that comes with burying a friend Not our fault, nothing we can do now They are gone But the pain still lingers And so it will stay always here never really truly gone Just like them Forever Remembered.

Just with a little pain.

Here comes the relinquish of control Of Miss Dearest’s lost soul

Gone with the turning of the tide She wails the sad song of her goodbye

Slowly forgotten to time and darkness Leaving the wind’s cry bleak and breathless

Forced to be quiet in long painful silence Living death causes endless mental violence

Til the murmur of living death Renews Miss Dearest’s last breath

She awaits the day of revelation When she can begin her reincarnation.

Goodbyes are hard, yes that’s true But right now it’s necessary for me to do I know it hurts but please hear my words Believe that I’ll be back soon This is for you, only for you

Only for you is why I do the things I do So I say goodbye for now I see you in a while I know it’s hard and I’ll miss you’re smile But it’s what must be, And please trust this isn’t easy For me or for you.

Hold on I’m coming back Goodbyes are painful and lame so How about only goodbye for now Til the time I see you next It’s only for the now that the goodbye Has effect.

You are my best friend so You know I’ll be back It’s only a matter of time So goodbye for now

I’ll be home soon.

Pages rustling with age Turning softly through the day Reading quietly in the back Is your dearest love, come to see What these books could hold for the telling of you and me Slowly they speak the words Coming to life as it were Taking form with each new breath to weave a tale of love and death.

Here it is, hear it now, chapter one, shout it proud Introduce yourself it’ll be fun. Names and dates with locations too Chapter one: clearly written just for you, Making way for loves old and new. Churning hearts to beat with joy As the pages turn and the story flows Down and up it should go.

Now comes a turning to chapter two Creating room for me and for you Familiarizing us with the fantasy. Catching minds ablaze with paper and ink Stoking the flames of love and hate Whispering words from separate worlds

Sneaking up soon is chapter three Setting up the scene for two Or more traps to spring Later in the story, you’ll see Misconceptions thread through Making it true that we no longer guessed, How it could end.

Fast forward far you’ll reach the epilogue The last few words to tie the story up Like a bow or like a bomb ‘bout to explode Not quite sure what, or even how, to think All my mind is doing is waiting for the…. Inevitable pain to being. Because characters we fell in love with Will never live again.

The book is over and the library is closed Pages rustled shut Sleeping soundly through the night Waiting for the morn to come Where they’ll be opened and read again

All while my love and I are reeling from what we read the day before Because the whisperings, the voices of the book told us to read to come and play So here we are broken hearted And frozen with the ending Still eating us anyway All because of what we

Overhear In The Library.