Inside, I ache, I hurt, I am hallow.
I want my heart beat back.
But in order to get it back,
I have to surrender to you.

Part of me loves you.
Part of me hates you.
I am fighting against you.

Do I keep on with the dreams that you gave me?
Or do I **** them so that I can move on...

If I move on, I have to **** you in my heart.
I don't want to.
I want to feel your presents when I am scared.
I want to feel you holding me when I am about to fall.

But I am not beautiful.
I am not successful.
I have not achieved anything.
I must do this without you.
I must become successful on my own.

I feel like I am dying.
The most intense pain consumes me.
It is the pain of loneliness,
of purposelessness,
of the deepest sorrow that can't be put into words.

I want to be naked before you.
I want you to see my sin,
my pain,
my hurt.
I want you to tell me that you love me,
that you are the only thing that I need,
the only one that I need to keep me alive.

BREATHE SOME LIFE INTO ME!
STRIP AWAY MY STUBBORN SOUL!
SO THAT I CAN COME HOME TO YOU!

No more telling people of my sin.
No more telling people of the ache within me.
It is my secret.
It is my slave, or I guess I am its.

GOD! I have taken away the life that you have given me.
But how can I let you back in.
I can't. I can't. I can't.

I have a spark,
I have a fire,
I have a flame,
kindling within my soul.

You look into my eyes, you can see it.
You touch my skin, you can feel it.
You close your eyes, you can hear it.

I set myself on fire.
My dreams have been lit,
my dream of setting others free,
my dream of giving a little child hope,
my dream of giving a mother a future,
my dream of giving a father strength,
my dream of showing people that they can change the world.

I believe in my dreams.

You can't **** the spark now.
It is a consuming fire.

I believe in more than my dream.
I believe in more than the fire.
I believe in me.

Tonight, I dare to hope.
I dare to hope that you will work.

I was afraid,
I afraid that you would just disappear
like all of the other men.

Is it too soon, my dear?
Is it too soon to hope?

Well, it might be,
but there is a little hope,
a little hope that you will stay,
a little hope that what you say is true.

I will try not to hope to much.

I keep pushing it down.

But I think I'll take the risk;
I think I'll take that chance,
and hope just a little.

I think I could fall for you,
cuz you make me feel amazing.
When I see you I light up.
When I walk with you I feel secure.
But you aren't mine.
So I let you go.
If you choose to stay, stay.
If you choose to go, go.
But I won't cling.
I won't clutch,
because I still need to be me.
Being alone is not that bad,
just with you life is beautiful.
But I must stay me.
So I let you go,
not for yourself,
but for myself,
because I can't lose myself in you.
Someday, if it works out,
then we shall be happy together
because we each shall be whole.
So, my dear,
if you stay, then stay,
but if you must go,
then you can go.
I will always be here.
I will always be whole.
Thank you for helping me be me.

It comes like a hawk in the night,
It comes from deep inside the soul.

Its mark is the the ache, the pain, the hurt
that never goes away.

You know its coming,
when you feel the flood of undescrible emotions
creeping back into your soul.

It swoops in unexpected,
Stays longer than welcomed.
Nothing can make it go away.

Its only food is the joy of the heart,
Its mark is pain and sorrow.
Everytime it leaves, it takes part of its victim with it,
leaving the victim half alive in a pile of blood.
It is too evil to simply ****.

I have tried to fight.
I have failed.
I have tried to run.
I cannot hide.
I have tried to cry.
But the tears don't wash the aftermath way.

Helpless, it has left me helpless.

No one can find it.
No one can **** it.
No one can stop it.