All good things come to a end.
You hope for a eternal relationship.
A timeless romance.
But our time is limited.
We only can live temporary.
Time is not everlasting.
You and your loved one will get older as seconds turns to minutes and minutes hours.
The clock is ticking continuously.
Never stopping when you are hurting or want some peace of mind.
Never forget that there is no infinity.
Appreciate this time you have with your loved one cause one day you will turn around and see that he is not there.
Time has got to him.
Engulfed him.
And you are left alone.
And you wonder were all the time went that you thought you had.
Don't let time fool you, into thinking you have eternity.

I'm tired of me looking at myself and hating what I see.
I'm tired of crying when no one is around.
I'm tired of waiting for that one person to see that I'm hurting.
I'm tired of hoping, praying, screaming that someone could hear me.
It's like I'm in this big white box that has enslaved me.
Unable to see if anyone is looking at me or crying for me.
Unable to hear my screaming cries that ties me to this...cold and damp earth.
This earth filled with people dying, crying trying! trying so hard to fly away from all this.
I'm tired of pretending everything is going to be alright.
I'm tired of lying to myself, hiding, tying to fight my own mind.
Striving trying to laugh at those small but big things that are cutting me down, and tying me to this chair beating me.
All those colors I used to see in that big wide open space is gone.
Those stars bring me deep into my mind were I'm lost and wounded.
I'm tired of hurting.
Seeing anyone else hurt with me like this.
I break for them.
I can't do anything about it.
So I'm here writing this down, siting on my small bed and trying to block out this world.
Crying to myself.
Writing again and again and again.
Is that really all I can do?
I'm painting myself a picture of how I wish everything was.
And it's draining.
I'm failing.

Why does pain have to control so much of life?
The sickness, misery we all feel.
It captures us.
It sits in our brain, breaking us down seconds at a time.
It stings and rips me of my wings of freedom.
And leaves us left feeling alone and abandoned.
Pain strips me of my wings...my only delight.
The shadow of a arrow follows me.
Waiting for me to say when the pain is too much.
When the pleasures of this life are gone from me and I can't see the smiling gleeful faces of yesterday anymore.
Tomorrow sorrow itself will mourn with me.
Pain strips us all of ourselves.
Blinding us from the exhilarating, fascinating, contentment of this world.
But was there ever contentment in this world?
Or was it the sorrow that made us think like that?
Like this world can make us happy...
No.
The pain has stripped me of everything but has opened my eyes, to the cries of the lost.

They don't see the real you,
all thy see is the scares on your arm.
They don't know you,
They judge you, for your scares.
They don't know your spirit, thy only stare.
They think they know your story by looking at your outer skin.
They don't know you.
They are shocked and frightful of you and yet they cry for you and you don't know why.
They aren't the ones that went through the painful,  daunting moments.
They think I'm my skin.
They don't know ME.
Why can't they see that?
Could I ever show them the pain I went through? The battles I have lost?
All they see is scares.
I try to cover it up, but there eyes lock unto your arm.
And the moment replays again.
They will never know the real me, I will hide it deep within.
Cause they don't want to know me, all they want to do is stare.

You are my shortcoming.
Weak spot.
fragile ground that I have to walk on oh so carefully.
Mentally I cry as I run by you, rethinking why I’m descending downward, looking for an ounce of logic or reasoning, I’m becoming psychotic and idiotic.
This glass covered in dust that I’m walking on surrounds me, and the dust bounds and grabs me and I’m astounded.
You’re mind is like glass, easily shattered if I utter breathlessly or otherwise carefully words of opinion or notion.
  And yet again I ponder why I feel this way towards you.
I have to watch my words next to you or you will become furious and serious,you become a dazed, crazed man that harms and alarms me.
And still, my emotions towards you are messed up at best.
I’m depressed and stressed.
I’m getting further and further distant from that glass heart that is abstract art.
Why do I stay?
My bruised and abused heart can’t take this anymore.

The world is so fascinating, captivating, dazzling, outstanding, enchanting and yet frustrating.
Our minds are so complex, within a mere minute you could feel beautiful, elegant like the elements around you are collapsing, crushing, trapping you in this angelic, delicate painting.
But then out of the blue you could feel betrayed, like a blade was grabbed and stabbed in your back.
They stand side by side.
The two intertwined so tightly together.
Let our minds and this world take us to amazing locations waiting, waving at us to draw near.

The stars all hold there own story.
This stupendous sky, that can mix with ordinary colors to make something
extraordinary, it’s so striking.
Who knew colors and shining objects could be so touching?
It clutches my heart,Looking at the sky it’s like my heart is departing from me and I can’t breath.
And all I can do is fix my eyes upward.
Nearby a light a shimmering light is passing me by, It’s a shooting star. I beam, it’s blazing.
Sometimes, just looking heavenward lifts my spirits up.
And it’s like the heavens are taking my hopelessness, fear and despair in the air far away, and I just stare.
And in that moment it feels as if my soul is electrified, that passion and warmth just falls on me.
I know it’s hard to understand but the sky does that to me.
Then in that majestic moment I close my heavy eyelids and dream.
And fall into the uncharted twilight.