I'm constantly losing the ones I care about
                                                                from right under my nose
The cause of death is just the same
                                                    ending with no one knows
Death is walking this earth
                                      torturing my soul
Forgive me for my past life and for the ones I hurt
                                                                                for I did not know
I found myself and I'm being true to it
But no matter what I do
                                      I always end up going through it
It must not happen to her too
Cuz if anything does then that's the day
                                                                I go through 'it' too

The pain many bear
                                    I don't

I'm numb
        Without reasoning
                         I know
                                                     I'm dumb
                                     Without emotion  
                             I am
                                      I'm feeling
                                              With passion
                                                                     I am
                                                 I'm fleeing
                            With hesitation
                        I know

                                                                                     Many bear the pain
                                                                        I won't

On a road to greatness but these boulders are slowing my arrival. Maybe if I take the time to rest they'd be easier to move, but its only a maybe so resting is wasting time. As I make my way around these boulders I catch a glimpse of those also struggling around me, their obstacles are miniscule when compared to mine. I then wonder do my boulders seem like pebbles to them? Is it because we lack understanding in each other then their problems seem smaller than mine? As time passes my boulders are still there. Few behind and many more to go. But as I glance around this time, something catches my eye. Boulders and pebbles one in the same are scattered throughout everyone's path, not only my own.

Not the most relatable

But the majority can relate

To the pain felt everyday
As the eyes fight their way
Open only to start the day

Nights grow longer
Not knowing what comes after
One before the other
Only knowing what came before

Assumptions may be in vain
Probabilities are prone to change
Nothing is expected in this game
Yet expecting nothing brings pain
But the majority can relate

I used to write a lot, I thought it was me.
I used to love a lot, it had to be me.
But I, I change a lot.
So who would I be?

Honestly I couldn't tell you, I'm just dying to know.
I mean literally and figuratively,
I can't live forever you know.

Do you know who you are?
How'd you find out if so?
Did you know I'm still searching?
I wouldn't expect you to know.
So here I am, just to tell you.

But you are you and could be selfish.
Would you ever put my life first?
That would be so selfless.
If you would, do you know who you're saving?
Because I dont.

Nowadays I think a lot, I guess it's just me.
Thinking about the hard times, and what my life could be.
But this is what my life is.
This is who I am.
But who is I?
I still couldn't tell you..