Sometimes I count the stars
I don’t know them by name
I’ve watched them my whole life
Somehow they don’t change
Even though I do

To Hope means to ,
reverse the death ,
the only reality ,
into a flower of difference .
To Hope means to ,
separate barriers ;
onto which lingers the truth .
To Hope means to ,
believe changes are good .
With you gone I realize ,
Sometimes against all odds ,
All logic ,
we still hope .
~ Adaa Sayed

My feet weren’t made for running
There’s no escape from my self made troubles

But this face can always take a few more punches
They blend in with all my other scars

If only it was different…
If only we were a different us

Could we be happy then?
Or maybe misery will still rest on us like a bird

What else was there to do?
With the pain and fire you left in me?
I had to make choices;
To find someone who understood
Or let it burn me alive.

Maybe I’m not worth it
What you think about me is wrong

I’m not who I used to be
We aren’t us anymore

You think you know me
You know the memories of someone dead

Forget me and move on