At what point do you realise you're a number
How do I know that all these promises, you didn't whisper to them too
I say I've never felt this way, you say you love me
I can't stop holding myself up against them
And all I feel is scrutiny, inferiority and broken
I hate myself now for only seeing an act

On the journey from your mouth to my ears
All these words lose everything and end up empty
But I've never thought me good enough
And perhaps I never will

So the ones who come before me stand tall over me and promise to never let me go
Yet somehow in the dark, in the deep deep dark

I see you

You're alone and holding in your hands all the meaning from the words that were lost
You hold it up to me and look further into me than anyone has ever done before
And I break and the tears that leave me carry the doubt away into my pocket and form a weight
I kiss you and embrace everything you hold and make it my own
I fall into you and become aware of how much I love you

Until I reach into my pocket and they're there

Waiting to grasp my hand

what is life?
are we actually all living?
we all have this planned life we want to have;
finish school,
have a good job,
get married,
have kids,
grow old,
then die.
Its a routine,
designed for us to live
a "happy life"
how many of us are actually happy
how many people can truthfully say
"I'm happy and I love my life."
not many, I'm sure.
We all say to make the best of things
to live in the present.
you only live once,
take risks and never regret anything you do.
But some people, are just tired
tired of taking risks and it ending badly
having to regret things they have done,
since it changed them drastically.
I say that we should try to live life as much as we can,
we could die any moment,
and as much of us are sad a lot, or say
"I wanna die."
Only some truly mean it.
This isn't living,
its surviving.
-te