Why is being ‘shameless’
something bad
but ‘fearless’
a desired quality
when shame
closes doors
and fear
saves lives?

If life could be more simple,
                Maybe my heart wouldn't be so brittle,
                         If happiness didn't come with a cost,
                                                            Maybe I wouldn't always be so lost,
               And if dreams didn't exist,
Maybe life wouldn't be so hard to resist.

Take this life away from me
I don’t want it anymore
The pain is just too much to bear
It runs into my core
Emotional and real
Why does no one listen
When I tell them how I feel
My life is pain and anguish
Physical and not
I’m waiting slowly dying
For the final breath to leave me
For the end of all my suffering

It pierced me with a loud blast,
demolishing the barricades I had built around my
heart made of glass.

It swept in through my weakest spot,
and tore down the walls I had built around myself.
After a few weeks, I stopped feeling the ache
but the hole the bullet left was relentless;
an unfading scar.

I miss her close, her warmth and grace,
And how the world would halt in place.
Her laughter blessed my darkest hours,
Her inner strength a bloom of flowers.

I miss her smile, my secret spark,
That danced through days and lit the dark.
The way she say my name,
So soft, so sure, yet never the same.

Her voice—it rose, a silver stream,
It stirred the clouds, it forgave my sins.
The heavens leaned to catch her tone,
And I, below, felt less alone.
I swear the sky turned into colors bright,
Her song then became all the light.
The stars bent down to hear her voice—
And in that sound, my heart found his choice.

I miss you... Too long with no see,
Love like hers still sings in me.