And I did not know if I was healing or falling down again.Because both felt so good.

If we ended up together, I will show you the verses I wrote for you and you'll be surprised at how intensely you've been getting noticed all the time

Writing binds the fragments of my soul
It heals me
It is an escape for me

I am tired
I am done
I am broke
No matter how many times I say this
Or how many times I plea
I will hear the echo of my own voice
When there's no one soothing my pain
Then why do I choose to live in their way

Standing in the middle of thorns
Thorns that are not visible to me
I think of them as roses
Everytime I touch them
My hands bleed
To enjoy the fragrance
I must bleed
To reach my destination
I must fall
For I have to learn how to rise again
For I have to learn how to stand straight
With my hands bleeding

On the endless roads that lead to nowhere,
I will find myself, I will find myself.

I wish I could save those staring eyes for hard times,
I wish I could save that illuminating smile for dark times.