When my fingers are not interlocked with yours I feel a strong sense of loneliness and when your lips aren't touching mine I feel hungry and even in my own ******* home I don't feel like I'm at home unless your arms are wrapped around me.

I always wanted to be apart of a religion.

I always was so envious of people who had a god or gods that they looked up to and gave them hope and made them feel like they had a purpose.

I remember many times me trying to go to church and trying so hard to believe but I just simply couldn't. There we're some points I actually convinced myself I did believe but I knew deep down I didn't.

And then I met you and in a strange sense I guess you became my religion.

You became my purpose for being in this universe and you gave me so much hope.

So as some believed in a god I believed in you. I believed in us.

M.S.B

Open eyes because despite their sleepiness, my tears and horrid flashbacks keep them open
My uncontrolable shaking hands because maybe if they shake enough I can shake the thought of us out of my head

M.S.B

It's all so black
It's been this way for awhile
Everytime I think I see a bit of light it just gets lost again in the darkness
I've been trying so hard lately but I still can't seem to find any light
I have decided that I can't take it anymore
If I can't find light then I have to make light I guess
I'll light some candles in places I didn't know you could light candles and in ways I didn't know you could
I guess I know there's always going to be darkness
That's just how it is for some people
But I'm going to do my best to hide it and try my best to keep the candles
still burning because I need that light.

M.S.B