Be still my heart and never break.
For when all is said and done it's your own ache.
You can NOT get crushed under your own weight.
But carry it know it all without hate.
It is what it is, he is who he was and now it's too late.
Be still my heart and never break.
Now you my dear heart will beat no longer quite the same.
Till the day we meet him again till we him once again.
Be still my heart don't like his break.

They tell me to stand tall,
be proud and survive it all.
They tell me I am needed,
They say I am loved, cared for,
then again sometimes conceded .

I say; "That might be true, but like life,
it's neither easy nor is it see through."

For arguments sake hear me out:
Don't stick to your guns,
there is always a shadow of a doubt.
Trust and faith, you see,
Are not what change would implore.
For deep in your core, just hear me,
Life is a struggle known forever more.

And while we're brought up, taught and told
that true strength should conquer all,
as to where to get it we have no clue.
Unarmed fending for ourselves we find out the truth.

I am not the only one.
I simply don't want to be.
I am not the only one.
In fact I think there are three.

To make it about the one and only,
in my mind that must feel so lonely.
Too big, too huge, too grave an authority.
For one person to carry around another's priority.

In and out,
Memories of what was written, in life was forgot,
So you get a heads up before you're knocked down.
What life has to offer is no longer a crown.
In and out, time will only run out.
*You'll live through it all, you'll find a way around.

Everything.

How many bridges can you build,
How many places can you see.
The more bridges you build.
The less bridges you burn.
The more you do.
The less you know.

It's getting closer.
I can feel it.
The bottom.
What a lonely place to be.
What a rocky trip this is.
What cruel fate awaits me.
Or at least this me;
There's another one of those apparently.
Another that is angry,
That is mad and that is getting fed-up with being so oppressed.
Another that wishes to speak,
Another that longs to breath.
She pushes me to speak out of turn.
She pushes me to seek out air.
It's getting closer!
I can feel the shift in the air,
the changing currents of the underlying tides.
I'm scared the fall will hurt..
Not only me but those around me.
I feel like a ticking time bomb and there is no way to stop it,
to subdue it to avert it.
It's getting closer.
It's almost over.
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