corona
   naked
    dilemma
         malady
             dying

Closed eyes, Pale skin
Blue lips, Fragile self
Faded hair, rigid cords
Dried up blood, tight heart
And
An inevitable promise of the forevermore tranquility.

With  that one smooth stroke of the blade
He knew it was over.
The love they had shared
Was history now.

As the petals fell to the marbled floor
His knees buckled
And he knew his heart would bleed for eternity

His breath stopped,
Watching as the greatest love he ever had
Walked away
Not even glancing back.

I look at you looking at me.
Please, tell me, what do you see?
Do you see a man with a gentle soul?
Or can you see straight through to my darkness
trying to take control?
You ask what I see when i look at you.
Do i see a loyal friend?
Or can i see how much you're dying inside?
Pretending to be strong
for those who need a friend to stand beside.
It's something we struggle with every day.
And it's a fight worth fighting every step of the way.
Something i want you to keep in mind though:
even if the darkness wins, and all we can see is black
darker than the darkest night, in the end, we will all see the light.

It's hard to live for the moment when you're dying by the second.
It's hard to dream about the years ahead when you know that someday, it will all come to an end.
It's hard to talk to people when you're secretly afraid of your own shadow.
It's hard, but if you find something that makes you happy, you'll be amazed how much you grow.