Never have I ever dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul.

Does moonlight impede you
Do you get the full view
Of the
Sun that lies within

It’s so hard to read you
You see, in the read-though
Of the
Book the dialect changed

Your shoulders are heavy
And you never feel your ready
Slow and steady
Slow

This isn’t a race
So why is your heart still racing
Beats seemingly replacing
Time

Time is a construct
Look towards the home front
It is
Always somewhere near

The night brings such sorrow
You feel no hope for tomorrow
It is
Storm clouds in your head

Raindrops on your pillow

My life,
A lifeless stare
Its funny how one day,
you can be so happy.
Then the next day,
feel like the world,
is falling apart.

Maybe its for the best,
But it doesn't feel that way.
She would be happier.
I only cause problems.
I want to help more at my house,
I want to help those,
Who go through everyday,
How I feel right now.

I put on a fake face,
for those who see me.
I live lying to those,
who are the closest to me.
They see a smile,
Under that face,
Is someone who feels worthless.
Some one who feels that,
They need to fix their own life.
Some one who wants to die but,
For the will of others,
And for the want to help others,
Will never die.

An unburing flame in darkness,
My life...

In all my life
I have never dealt with anything
More difficult than my own soul
So what if I told you
That I'm incapable of
Tolerating my own heart