We could be surrounded by people yet be so alone
We could be laughing yet crying inside
We could be lying to ourselves by telling ourselves that everything is going to be okay
We could but we're not that is the difference

we write when we're at our weakest
we write when we've been cut open
we write when we're bleeding
we write when we're dying inside

Not all those who write are sad,
but all sad people write.

I feel lost
And thought you were supposed to find me
But you never did
Maybe I was supposed to find myself but never really did

In the passing of time we are only our memories
It doesn't or shouldn't matter how we look but it does in this superficial world
At the end of the day we are only our memories
Some bad some good but without them you have nothing

It's never good enough.
You can try your best,
Give them anything-
Everything you've got,
Completely destroy yourself for them,
And still be left looking stupid.

It is appropriate to say thanks
To All who have bumped into me
To All that I bumped into
For without you, I would not
Know who I am  

Grateful to all who stopped me
Thanking all who aroused a confusion
Believing we were destined to meet up
For without you, I would not
Know who I am

Conscience is busy configuring
Of thoughts, words and deeds
with or without purpose
For without them, I would not
Know Who I am

Overlapping with those of others
Is my conscience, I realize
Indebted to be of service
This I know
For without others, I would not
Know Who I am

Having known this unavoidable
exchange of influences
It would be futile
To move on without bowing
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

I take a knee before you
With open arms
Imploring to let us be in peace
In all our dealings
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am