Where does truth begin?
In a act of honor,
sacrificing yourself for judgment.
Letting them know,
that your not okay.
Caving in,
confessing wrongs.
Telling that person,
you still love them.

Payment with blood,
opening wounds for passage.

Travel unto the dark,
selling one's soul to evil.

Bathing in the blood of the unworthy,
bound by evil ambition.

Sacrifice and judgement,
worthy and unworthy.

The world will change,
and so will my ideal of innocence.

You steal my covers and leave me cold,
you take my food when I am not looking.

You mess up my books and leave them scattered,
you shove my clothes out of my dresser.

You freak out when I'm not around,
you wake me up when I've slept too long.

Forever you will be the only one I care about,
he go's  by many names but I call him Leo my beloved cat.

Nobody knows who I really am..

They see a heart of stone, I see a broken man.  
Everyone wonders what I really want.
I look to myself and feel emptiness and tragedy.

Nobody knows...

Worry not for my sad self.
I'll stand above to shield from the rain.
Your bright eyes lift me high, your sweet voice calms my heart.

Nobody knows...

I kiss this letter, I say goodbye.
Don't ever cry on my behalf, ill always love you until the end.

Nobody knows who I really am...

Your emotion seems to only sway when I am broken,
you assure me I can be fixed.

Your eyes show more than just companionship,
they show determination.

Your warmth is soothing,
as you lay beside me.

Your love is all I need.

Your heart is the size or a lion,
even if you are not.

The sea of life, is the sea of uncertainty.
The gift of charity, is the gift of hope.
Life is not written on a stone or in our hearts.
Life is a pen that never stops moving.
Life is the actions we take, the feelings we share.
NOTHING CAN TAKE THAT AWAY!

Don't give up your heart,
you need it to live.
waking up beside you...
what I wouldn't give...
Tell me your okay,
don't let me cry.
I'll hold your hand as we say goodbye...

Squinting eyes from blinding light,
warmth of the sun on my skin.
Sounds of Cardinals chirping,
breeze through my shirt.
Wind traveling across fields,
clouds passing by.
Walking the road,
living life.

They don't see the scars on wrist,
they look at me like I'm a normal man.

Making me feel as if my life can change.

They smile at my suicidal jokes,
yet they know sometimes I'm not joking.

They pick me up when I trip,
and tell me not to be so clumsy.

Those people are my Hero's