I might never be the hand you put your heart in
Or the arms that hold you any time you want them
But that don’t mean that we can’t live here in the moment
because I can be the one you love from time to time.

And when you sit in the circle with your friends
The same questions continue never to be asked,
And never to be answered

Sometimes
             faith
            is
         the
only cure.

They call me healer
while i suffer from insanity

they call me writer
but i sketch

they call me dreamer
while i collect the ashes of my dreams

they call me innocent
they don't know my sins

they call me talkative
while the words in me die

who am i ??