What’s the point of getting up knowing you will fail. what’s the point of having friends only to block them out. what the point of living only to die. The point, well I don’t really know…… I guess you have to work that one out on your own before it's too late.
Have you ever had a fallout? A fallout with a friend, maybe it was your fault or maybe not but in the end you know it was yours, you spoke when you should have shut up yet you think you're helping when really your overwhelming, to the point where you get what you deserve and then you back off just a little too far............
No one coming to save you, this life, this time is your responsibility. You can’t trust someone till they can see past the smile and see the pain. That’s where I went wrong I built our bridge too soon before I could trust you and you broke it. One day you will be broken just like the bridge. Broken so badly that you become unbreakable.
I'm falling faster and faster, I was walking on our bridge and then it broke, at least that’s how it feels. I give out my trust just for it to Brocken. When I gave you my trust you left it, threw it away. So now I don’t give my trust out anymore I keep it and wait. I hoped that waiting would bring you back. But you don’t care anymore. Do you?
When you think about your future do imagine your wedding or your funeral? If you imagine your funeral are you grown up? Are you climbing a ladder till you reach the top or falling down a hole? Even if you reach the top of the ladder you will fall at some point but getting back up is the hardest bit and finally, you will reach the top lived your whole life when you start imagining your funeral have you grown up?
Blood, pure blood, bleeds out just like a waterfall. It’s painful, it stings. But this isn’t blood although it feels that way, ever since you left. Now I sit and stare off into the distance looking for you. But alas you are gone.
Why does it hurt? Why does it so bad like I tripped or fell but you stand perfectly upright. A smile on my face walking fast and strong but on the inside up in my head I am melting away. Burning up, but no one needs to know…..
I ended up helping less when I meant to be helping more, I think when they told me to save people with my light, I mistook their words and tried to save people with my life. I know I should have turned the light on, I know I should have taken their advice but I do not know what love is if it isn’t sacrifice.
Time… It is a complex subject you try to understand it but there more to know every time. Space, earth, lightyears, all time, but all not time, at the same time, see confusing right