I fell again
From the mile high city for her
Then realized she was elsewhere
And started my journey west from US
Wen across the pacific
And found everyone making love
But not the person who i fell for
Continuing west
I reached Europe
And found beautiful
Landscapes and wondrous cuisine
Wonderful people
And stunningly beautiful natural history museums
Still not the beautiful lady

I then realized she was probably close by
Near where i started
So i made the daring flight
Across the Atlantic
While flying
I became even more lonely
And pondered
"What would i say to my lady once i meet her?"
I left those thoughts aside and
Looked around to see if i was close to home
And in that moment, my heart fell away and went into the enormous ocean..…

I continued now without hope
Reached my place
And looked around
Sure, i found her
The beautiful person
So stunningly wonderful
Artemis would be jealous.
I tried to tell her my emotions
My ever powerful love

Which took me around the world
But when she asked for my heart,
I couldn't contain myself
And told her of my tale
She listened and sympathized
But couldn't help
And then
I fell down
Only to be revived by her
Who told me, she still loved me
That revived my soul
And i found my heart
Quickly after
Only to realize



It was a dream…

I don't know what to talk about
my insanity?
my horrible lack of confidence?
my beautifully hated self?

The problems come
after I figure out a way to overcome
the aforementioned things

Once they are good
I don't know what to talk about
and I am left lonely again...
...and I lose myself
and become insane
and oh joy!
*we are back at square one.

we have to be the light and burn
and help others burn
and show them the way
because sometimes
we are their last matchstick
and they are stuck in a cave,
unable to find their way out
we should help them out
and be their light in their times of duress

because sometimes
we have to burn away
to let others prosper
and often times
they will credit you for it
for being their last resort
and also for being their light out of the tunnel

But, they will miss you
for you were the last one
and now if they go back in the cave
then they can help someone else
who is lost there
but will not be able to get out of it
because you were their last hope
and now you are
*burnt

Its always the conclusion that matters
because if you don't have a strong conclusion
then you won't have a strong effect
on the people who just read it

and thus;
in the conclusion

It was I
who ruined me
I messed with the minds of me
while myself was busy being myself
it ruined itself too
myself hurt himself
so badly
it was never to be his own self again
myself became suicidal

while I kept ruining me
me was getting bullied by I
but myself did nothing to help me
because it had his own self to worry about
I tortured me
with thoughts of unrelenting pain
and loss of memory
me had to oblige because it
couldn't overpower I without the help of myself

In the conclusion,
I ruined me
whilst
myself ruined himself.

It is hard
living for another person
knowing that if you lose hope
then they will as well
You are their lifeline
The external soul
of a dead person
trying to keep them
alive and make sure
they are good and
don't try anything stupid
That's tough.
And to top that off
you only have one chance
and you cannot afford to fail at your job
one mistake and both of you tumble
and it might result in the end of one of you
It's hard living for someone else
But some people still do it
and we need to help them
....

easier to die for someone
really.

Its actually easy saying you will jump
in front of a bullet or a roof
to save someone else

**Hard living for someone else