Who are you?
I no longer can recognize,
if the smile is shining- even in your eyes.

                               I miss the days,
                               of laying on a hotel bed,
                               making commitments, fearless promises.

I wish I'd say, leave me alone.
But I hate not knowing,
having you lost,
what I once loved?

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew,
the distance from me to you,
Heaven, how great could the distance truly be?

Perhaps,
are you sitting right next to me,
a heart en face, but invisible to my mortal eye?

I believed you to be a necessity,
my heart, my secrets,
kept under lock and key,

taken for granted,
sickness doesn't mean death.
I am sick too,
does that mean I can join you?

My only dilemma is my promise to you,
how hard the battle is sometimes,
but I will stay here,
and pray you are waiting for me somewhere.

angst.
teenage angst.
outgrown in a day,
one day,
a birthday,
they say,
now you're an adult.

I am bad at apologizing,
It is not that I do not feel remorse,
sometimes I feel it's undeserved.
If you wrong me,
why I am I the one who regrets?
Why do I feel this all?
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
I am sorry.
I swear to Heaven, to Hell, and back.
I'll be better next time.

Through these photographs,
you can see,
I am happiness,
through these photographs,
you can see,
I am never hurt.

Please understand,
There will not be a place and there will not be a time,
There will only ever be a here and now.

You must understand-
There will be a breakthrough,
You will have a dawn.

I understand,
you cannot see your breakthrough-
You probably don’t feel your dawn,
but one is waiting.

Could you understand?
You can make your future happen,
and you will be able to fix your problems?

We can understand,
You might not be happy,
You might feel like crying,
But we can help you through this.

Will you understand,
Without you there will be no end,
Without you there will be no help?

I beg you to understand,
Because if you cannot live through,
I have no hope to survive.

Who says heritage?
I came from a rib,
didn't you know?
or did I come from a ****** sightless fish?
The elders my parents have hidden me from-
they say we came to be by talented twins,
everyone playing their role.

Why can't I tell you?
I came from you!
you, too.
I created myself -
from dust I grew.
Strong and lean, I don't need protection.

My heritage begins with me,
for that is the only pure truth they say.