Prince never heard such doves cry

I saved the day, put the bad in my back pocket so you could be ok.
Now I'm too weighed down with problems to clear away my own.
Knights are named so because they're in the dark and alone.
There's always a price to pay for those that care.
I am heavy hearted with wide-eyed tears.
I'll send the one from my right eye for the good times,
one from my left eye for the bad...
have them meet at my lips to kiss you goodbye.
I can't break my back again with all these heavy breathes you make me take
There's a star in the sky for every problem i ever had.
Have them be your (k)night tonight.
Maybe then you'll see that even the brightest things endure tragedy.
Where is this hero's hero? Who's going to hold my helping hands?
When can this saver feel safe again...

my DA is D.O.A.

guilty conscience with innocent pleads,
put love on the witness stand.
love is blind so what could it see?
you can put that bible to my hand,
what has faith ever done for me?
a jury of my peers just as jaded as I
you would think they'd show sympathy.
in the case of loving you VS hating me
the verdict is we find the defendant guilty.
the evidence aside...the sentence belied,
the convicted was actually victimized.
capital punshiment for those in love.
community service for those in lust.
so it's the maiden for this maiden after a trip to the gallows
hanging my head low with the knot to the back of my throat.
i'm cut loose from the noose just to land at the guillotine.
cut off my heart to spite my head and pin it to my sleeve,
with a note attached that reads:
"Loving you will be the death of me."

the pain is real, but so are the pills

my words are cold from neglect. i havent been able to touch upon this since i lost...i lost..i lost breath looking for the right way to end this sentence. its getting harder for me to decipher whats "asleep" and whats "awake"....i've seen nothing but the backs of my eyelids for the past 20 years. life looks better with my eyes closed. everyday im feel more like mistake. no one is like this. too dead inside to go on, too alive with hope to give it all up. having the dream and the determination but not enough of the talent to implement the objective. like a pianist full of symphonies but no fingers to actuate the keys. i feel like im forever behind the door with no key, always peering through the keyhole with hopeful eyes. the one you cross your fingers for, the motivation speech but never the mvp player. the if, almost, close, nearly....and all the excitement that comes before the big let down....discontent. the only good i ever do is make you realize whats already inside you. but what has it ever done for me? im the truth...but everything in my life feels like a lie. open your eyes, we're all blind. moments are passing and soon you will too. and what will they think of you?