When the blade touch your skin
Will it bleeds?
Or will the blade be in love with your skin?
Does it love to hurts?
Does the blade knows?
Who never feel pain?
I guess everyone does
But can you feel other's pain?
You can only knew their stories
But not their pain
You're not in their shoes
No matter how many people live in it
You'll always left alone
Who truly cares?
They care when it's too late
They care only if it's worthy enough
What do you know about other people?
Don't ask God
He remains silent
Just stop expecting
Or the blades will cut deeper
You used to be the sun to me
When I was kept in the dark
You were the only one
Who made me feel like I was ready to give it all out
You were the one who I trust the most
Maybe I was wrong
You used to be the one who listened even when you're at your worst
Every single word that come from my mouth
Every little thing that I used to do before
Makes you want to walk away
Walk away from me
Maybe we're just tired
Our love still remain
Maybe the time become so cruel
That we have to leave
Maybe it's the distance
That makes us hard to understand each other
And it's time for me
To walk away
and never come back
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
There is a place out there, somewhere, waiting for me.
Somedays, I sit and it all comes to me.
The fight within. The astonishingly thin line between dark and light.
And the struggle not to stray.
Most days, I know where I stand.
Then, there are other days; days where the veil is hidden
and everything is exposed. I see myself as I really am.
I see the dark. I see the light.
But I don't see a future.
That's when I remember you,
Everything you promised me.
And I remember this place.
Here, the struggle is not important, because you are here.
I am here.
And that's all I need to keep fighting.
I have this urge
To drown myself into the deep dark river
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine"
No, I'm hurting
I'm hurting because of you
"Okay, I love you"
"I love you too"
No, you don't
You wouldn't do this, you wouldn't hurt me
You don't love me, you just don't want the others have my attention
You don't love me, you just want to feel needed
Maybe it's the way we see the world that makes us different.
Maybe it's the way we see each other that makes us learn how to love.
Maybe it's our anger that separates us.
Your love is gone and you don't want me anymore.
It is not the future that I am afraid of
The prospect of repeating the past
Is what scares me the most