If you would've told me
A year or two ago
That I'd be a poet
An avid, passionate one
That I'd write every day
In some way or another
I would have looked at you
And laughed
In disbelief

Everything I wanted to hide from you
Is now out in the open
Including myself

You're just a wish
On a shooting star
*That missed

For all my life
is worth in the world

I think I'm gonna let go,

sometimes to live
you have to let yourself die

let the blares of car horns
drown out your cries,

though my face will light a smile
it will cover darkness and lies

I will live and move on
while inside I will die,

and dream of being truly happy
if I'm lucky enough
to live another life

here are my genuine tears
and pieces of my soul,

all I ever asked for
was to live

and if it was hard
at least I would die living,

and now

everything has changed,

but I am still a good person

so I will still be eternally grateful
for this life I was given to live,

even if it means

I have to live it dying.