Why do we hide crying?
Are we ashamed of our sentimental value?
Tears are ment to run down our cheeks
Fill our eyes, and relieve us from the strain
No one can be strong without ever being weak.

Where there is hope there is life
Never loose that light
Even if its fading
Take hold of it and let it carey you

Pains ment to be felt
Grasped and taken a hold of
It you don't,
It just grows until its unbarable

Who am I?
No one, but yourself knows.
Sometimes we loose the thought of who we are.
That doesn't mean we are lost completly
Sometimes it just gets cloudy
Like if no one understands or sees you as you
Well this makes you fell ashamed, fake.
Gives you a felling of utter hopelessness
That sinks, and burns.
The only way to know who you really are is by being yourself
Sometimes you might get put down, but not always.
Look in the bright side there are so many people someone is bound to be for you

Why do we paint the world with colors?
If we are only living in black and white?

Haunted by a shadow
pressure that fills your body
Scared of Failure
Hunger for success

Long days with short nights
fear of the imperfection
Clustered in the gaps
of the arranged plans

What if they don't fit?
Will they accept me?
They're to big
I'm to small
Just want to be me.