I need to feel,
even if it's pain.
To know I'm real,
to know I'm sane.
I can't decide,
what to do.
If I should hide,
or should I tell you?
The screaming voice,
telling me to stop.
Is the same old voice,
that tells me to not.
Thinking of the past,
is the only thing I have.
Remembering the pain,
the things lost,
the things gained.
Trying to forget,
everything I've seen.
Worrying about,
the love-hate stream.
One day I'm fine,
the next is a mess.
They say 'just give it time',
and you'll be better than the best.