I could have sworn that I loved you,
I would have died a thousand times.
I’d have fallen just to catch you,
I’d break my back just to keep you afloat.
But now I wonder if that was all true,
When I see your heart splitting for another.
Yet, I’d still pick you up when you’d fall,
Even if I’d shatter into splinters.
I’m afraid of countless things,
Like loss and hurt, above all.
I can count my dreams like counting the stars,
They will never cease to follow me.
What are you afraid of?
The dark of the night?
Or do you fear the empty spaces?
My head flows with dismay and disaster,
But what should I fear more, the questions, or the answers?
Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing,
Then there’s someone who will correct me.
Sometimes I stare into blank spaces,
Then there’s someone who changes my focus.
Sometimes I sit and day-dream too much,
Then there’s someone who tells me I’m deluded.
Sometimes I feel like this world isn’t for me,
Then there’s someone who tells me I’m damaged.
Sometimes the world tries to define you,
Then you wonder why they control you.
Nothing feels right,
My clothes feel like skin that shouldn’t be there.
The air feels intrusive like microscopic invaders,
Nothing feels right.
I don’t want to open my eyes and see my life broken into hours,
Nor do I want to fall asleep and enter a new world with the same horrors.
Today is a new day, only with added memories,
And even those don’t feel like my own.
A life is like a game of Chess, but with real hearts of brave,
There may be sacrifice, but we all play to win.
No selfless act is truly heartfelt,
No move is always clever.
But the one thing that defines us all,
Is the will to endeavour
Arms open wide, I embrace the rain,
The cold air feels like death in motion.
I am vulnerable, but I am brave,
But I’m not ready for the end.
I love the sky and everything beneath,
Even though there’s decay to be seen.
There’s treasures to be found, if you know where to look,
And there’s more than just gold worth holding on to.
Look at me as you wish, but know one thing,
Try as you may, but you can’t cut me down.
What burns the most is not the flame,
But the dark scars left behind.
The singe from life is a cunning pain,
Yet I bare it.
I’d rather touch a Viper’s fang,
As opposed to being left abandoned.
I’d drink life’s venom as easily as water,
If it meant I’d never feel the heat again.