Cold sweats and shaky hands
Dented walls and fake friends.
making amends, yet
forgetting all the dead ends.

Don’t say you care,
I’ll ask you to show me where.

Oh, it has become so rare,
To find both the fair,
Or those who can spare,
Just some time.

My opinions or my *****
Either way,
no one wants it.

Kept my walls up,
and my doors closed
I've never been the type of person who shows.
That's my fault I suppose.
But,
I'm tired of being quiet.

The depth of the ocean,
Kept hostage,
full of ****** up emotion.
But like all tears,
They ripple to bay,
at the end of every day.

With the green grass
Soft against my cheek.
A piece of glass,
and I suddenly feel weak.

With shooting stars
Soaring in the night sky,
I sigh and ask myself, why.
Do I really want to die?

it's best we hold ourselves alone,
Be your own backbone.

I thanked the voice inside my head,
For all the wise words said.

I left all my dreads dead,
in that empty park shed.

And now I must only,
look ahead.