Everyone wants to believe that they are the good guy in their story that they are the saint.
Some people are born as saints but die as sinners.  Then there are people born as sinners but die as saints
Then there are people who are born as sinners but die as saints. We like to believe that this world is perfect but its not.
It's always going to be Saints vs Sinners

The love i have for her can't be matched. Im asked if i want her i say no i want her to be happy even if its with him. The weight of love is never too heavy. The struggle of love is worth the pain

There once was a boy who trusted everyone. They laughed at him beat him hurt him. He was being turned into a monster. This boy would go on to cut out all of his friends and family. He was betrayed so he betrayed them. The betrayal the boy never wanted

Her love which was once a beautiful thing has now become to much for my heart to contain she lights up every room she enters she turns heads when she walks but now my baby is gone her love was to much

The warmth of their love was once great and beautiful. The love they gave left me happy and safe. Now they left without leaving love in my heart.
Now im just cold

All these memories old and new from a time of innocence from a time of strife all come flooding back into my head as they pose as everyday events seeing them through my day as I’m living them again new problems caused by my actions create uncertainty but all that smoke in my head I still try to keep my head up

There are two sides of life as I've found one based on work and one based on love. But as people never say there is a third side of life. The hell or purgatory of choosing between the side of work v.s. the side of love. I've tried asking for help only to be forsaken by the two sides of life

Some people always criticize others for trying to make the world a better place for trying to make sacrifices the people who look like the judge don't know what it's like to lose you don't know what it's like to have something you love ripped away from you they don't know what it's like to make the ultimate sacrifice

When someone asks what I’m scared of. I play it basic and say the dark. Because my biggest fear is that you’ll see me how I see myself

There was once a time a girl meant the world to me but I was the one that threw it all away and her home is still in my mind she is still in my heart she was a lovely wild flower she still has a place in my heart but alas the pain of an old heart never heals

After all this time she is still as divine pure and angelic. Saw her sitting there from the grown distance between us not expecting to ever see her face again. She was glowing beautifully white as she lit the up the divine heavens. There she sat a lone

Together we will create a home with no loud anger no explosive rage no slamming doors or breaking glass. No punched holes in walls until the foundation cracks and breaks. Our home will be gentle and warm comforting and safe. There will be no fear pain hurt or sadness. We both come from two different pasts but we can break the cycle of the past and change for the cycle of the future