You throw up every time you think of what you could be

Of what you once were

Always longing for distant memories

Yet I’ll tell you now dear

Do not dwell in the past

Yet focus on the future



Because sometimes friends become enemies

Boats get lost at sea

People will get put in the ground,

only now just a plain wooden cross under a tree



Cast out those demons that crawl beneath your skin

Set a spell on the evil within

For the darkness will not eat you alive

You’re not a corpse that’s dead inside

But a wandering soul looking for a peace of mind

Every second of your life is just like a hand on a clock,

Tick tock

So live in the moment because one day this house will become ashes

They will scatter as the wind blows

Along the fields and the meadows



You might just feel like you’re a dead rose



Yet your vines, they keep on climbing

Just as you keep on fighting

For the day you finally won’t feel sick

At the thoughts that make you tick

So don’t throw up every time you think of what you could be

You are not a ghost

You are not a distant memory

For you, yourself are the only one who can truly set you free



- N.N