If I were honest I would tell you about everything that I feel
Even if that feeling I don't want to be real
You see I am trapped inside my head round and round I'll go again
Around the bend with my fragile thoughts how hard they'll say that I fought
But I am no better then you you see don't speak of me as a saint just because I'm dead doesn't mean I lived that way .
I was human and I had flaws but you won't bring that up at all
You say that I was a saint  put a white cap on top of my head even though that has never been the case
And now when I face him I'll have to tell him the truth because he's gotten  Who I Am from you
He'll think that I am a saint and I am the purest of heart
But I was human and I caused harm so when you speak of me and read my eulogy please don't forget the parts of me that made me human
The difference between me and someone who is evil was that  I caused harm that was never my aim I never wanted to live that way
So I changed and I did good and I tried every day to put a smile on someone's face
So I was not perfect not in life not in death but please do not call me the best  when I have no more breath I am not a saint I am not the holy all I am is human

See I'm in love with you but you're not good for me.

It seems I'll give the breath I breathe so that I can breathe you in.

I'm addicted to you but you're no good for me you're my own personal brand of ******

Who am I talking about what's going through my head am I talking about cigarettes or someone who's been in my life instead

I don't know anymore because I follow the path most traveled by

I am not a free thinker oh I don't know why

So I'll follow you down a path that I don't want to go and get addicted to the smell that I don't want to know

Because God you're my only and my own personal brand of ******

So I guess this is it we're not getting back up again

Let me tell you a story about life...
No sit down shut up you've had your fun now it's my turn to speak

Mistakes will be made that much you can't avoid but you can avoid a void....
That little space in your chest that feels Hollow that makes every breath You Breathe hard to swallow that twists you inside and out what are you to do now?
See feelings are real and they hurt when someone breaks you down to your core leaving all the little bits of your Fragile Heart on the floor when all you can do is pretend to smile because that works at least for a while
See people don't like to talk about feelings or what's going on in your head but love to cry and speak about how much they tried to help you when they found you unconscious unresponsive in your bed.
Open up those pretty eyes and wipe away your tears you may receive sympathy from others but all I see are crocodile tears. See I said something false something so completely untrue at the beginning of this can you think of what it is do you know what it is? Do you? You can't escape from being hurt I wish that it was but that's not how life works