Standing here begging screaming writhing in misery for there is never silence in my mind may I please feel peace only in death, love only in death was the echo that responded
I climb to the edge of sacrifice and I grasp the feeling within my hands and pray that I am right as I set the dove free it was released forever from the likes of me too beautiful of a thing to be caged and as it flew I fell
Uncertainty Unsure of how one could love her Thus constantly second guessing Considering self unworthy So then this feeling It doesn't matter if she is hurt It does, but it is expected For she is unworthy of happiness