Waste the rest of your youth with me
Let's pretend we know the ways of the world
We can forget where your money is from
And act as if we were the cool kids

Spend the rest of your life with me
Let me fall asleep with your arms around me
I will do what I can to give you serenity
And you can find your home with me

I'm tired of pain.
I'm tired of waking up every morning think the same thing.
     "Will I do it today?"
     "What if I did do it today?"
     "No one would notice anyway."
I'm tired of missing the pain.
      I don't want the pain of a blade anymore.
      I don't want to miss /him/ but I do. I miss the pain he gave me.

I'm tired of remembering. Remembering why /he/ hit me. Why /he/ yelled at me. Why /he/ didn't love me.

I'm tired of fighting. All my life I've been fighting for myself and I no longer have the strength. I was never meant to fight on my own.

But yet... After all this...

I won't give up. Not until this feeling of being so tired is over.
I can't just quit...
Maybe one day.... It'll all be okay.

I desire you, all that you are, all that you can be, and all that you are not.

Oh, we know them.
Been involved with them.
Even have to put up with them.
Third party people, giving out advice.

Mostly against someone , they don't like.
Suddenly they expert on love advice.
Cutting you down in various ways to get their way.
Yes, third party people living daily in this world

We been surrounded by substance of comments.
Some with truth.
Others, without merits.
But they are quick with an opinion.

This boy is special
If only you would show him
All the wonders you have ever seen
This boy is special
If only you would look at him
The way you are supposed to look at him
This boy is special
If only you knew the man that he'd become
And if only you knew
What you know now

It's a reference
point, one where
people fall in love,
get married, have
children of their
own, a cycle so
known it's as if
its seed has been
sewn into our
souls, a seed that
is reluctantly teased
in me like a fly in the
background that 
inches further away;
small leaps at first
then bigger over  
streets, cities, countries, 
I shout to it but no