Can you call it love
when you never met a person?

Can you see what love is
when it is miles away?

Is the heartache real
or just a figment of imagination?

Will the pain ever fade away
when you still question if they were real?

Or were you played
a sick game, one more?

One day I am good
One day I am a mess
One day I am surviving
One day I am dying
Am I punished
Or was this always to be my life?

Sometimes when I sit alone
I sit careful of being seen
Careful of doing something wrong
That is where I feel I belong
Belonging in the spotlight
Where everyone can view me
Everyone can criticize me
Everyone can critique me
Everyone can tell me how
Not to be me
Yet even with all those voices
All the words that circle me
I find clarity

Clarity that I am on the right path
The right path that will take me where I belong
I don't know if it will be where I want to go at times
And sometimes the voices are tempting
Tempting to take
Tempting to change myself for them
But even with all the temptation
I find myself

Even when struggling to walk
More or less crawl
I stand
I breathe my own breath
And I march
I march for every living hell I have lived in
For every little bad thing I had to endure
I march onward
To prove to everyone

Who I Am

I am a woman who will not be tested
A woman who shows kindness
And compassion to everyone
But is a killer with a pen and sword
A fiery soul that burn in the night
And able to summon the strength of a dragon

I march to fight for not only myself
But everyone who has been through any pain
Whether it be by a parent or friend or stranger
Everyone deserves the right to stand
The opportunity to march
Wounded and broken
I march for those that can not

I rather break my bones and scar my skin
If it meant that someone else
Did not have to deal with the pain
I would willingly put myself in front of danger
If the one behind me got to live

A light that was once gone
Now burned bright once again
Hope and dreams filled the flame
Each one hope for what could come
but soon, the hope stopped filing the fire
and the flame grew weak
smaller and smaller the light became
Until just the embers remain
Now a choice
light it once more
or let the love burn up?

Time ticks by
Every moment turning into a memory
Some good, some bad
But all the same
Just a moment we can never get back
No matter how much we scream or yell
No matter how much we pound our fists into the ground
Nothing can change that the moments are memories
And nothing more
Laughs and cries
Giggles and tears
All end up the same in the end
Just a thought in someone's head and nothing more
Time is simple with one power
Even though we curse it a lot
And wish it could slow down or even stop
But it just crawls on
Making us realize how slow it is moving
When we finally realise what it has been doing
Simple actions, simple power
Most hate it
Others tolerate it
Few like it
And share thee same feelings as time
Turning moments into memories
Making time stop just enough to change them
Simple moment, simple memory
Simple action, simple power
Moment to memory
And nothing more.