These wounds won't seem to heal, the pain it stays, it hurts just to feel. Just for a moment, I pray to be numb and have a false sense of what I've become. Broken and bruised, scars that won't heal, building caskets for tears from all these long years. Try again tomorrow, I hear my self say, but it's void when every day is exactly the same.

Your words I took as truth and it opened me up inside.
As quickly as it began behind your walls you now hide.
But I'm the one to blame for this,
for listening to your words of hope.
Now a fool I've become allowing myself to believe that you're real,
but I could only base my emotions on what you allowed me to conceal...
Consumed I believe the word you used to describe to what I did to you,
but I blinked my eyes,
so fast goodbye now you left
all emotions *******.

If only you could see you the way I do
Blinded by beauty,
hanging on your words
wanting to feel your skin
intelligence that baffles the scholars,
hands that hope to hold your heart and protect you
even form yourself
If only you could see you the way I do.
My eyes I can not lend,
but your ears will hear my
tongue sing to you your worth.

You know yourself,
and words that fly around you does not define you.
You are strong, beautiful, and passionate, loving
and worth it all.
I'll gladly treat you the way you deserve,
if your willing to learn how to be loved the way you deserve.
You don't deserve to be sad,
You deserve to be happy,
and be able to feel loved and not feel guilty about it.
I have heard and seen your heart.
Have faith in me.

The fragile, the broken,
we are. The bruised, the hurting, we are.
The lonely, the open, we are.
The rusted, the maliced, we are.
The stained, the pained, we are.
The hopeful, the honest, we are.
Crimson red, under blood shed, we are.
The forgiven, so it's written.
Let it be.

Is there anyone who can hold me forever?
Regardless of how I feel or what I am in that exact moment?
s there someone who will say "I know who he is inside,
regardless of how his being is responding at this particular moment!"
Does that even exist?
Is true love just a shadow we spend our entire lives chasing,
just to find that we were the one casting our own shadow?
Then should our pursuit be self indulged?
We long for the omnipresent, to never feel alone,
and set our hearts up for certain disappointment and certain destruction of our heart.
Who can possibly live up to our personal expectations,
when we can't meet them ourselves?
So how do we expect another to live with our flaws and
shortcomings if we can't live with them ourselves?
Reality bites, but saves pain in the long run.
But don't follow me, I'm lost too.

I'm memorized by you,
I'm drawn in and I never want to leave.
I never am like this.
I normally have the person begging me to open up and give them all,
but with you I want to dissect myself,
and let you read the pages of my soul,
and I wasn't to do the same to you.
It's like I've been taken over by something
I doubted even existed.