Every day I give up a little bit more.
I see the end so certainly.
There's nothing else to really live for.
It becomes easier to let go,
As I sit here alone
Writing about what I've wanted
And being worn of wanting more.
Every day it gets a little easier
To take another step forward.
Whether or not I fall apart the later night,
I still got through another day.
I walk into a direction in which
I can be proud of.
I have so much to live for.
I've to keep opening new doors.
But I can't go without;
I can't lose it all again.
The pain is too much and it feels as if
I'd rather have nothing at all,
But the silence of death.
I would die where no one could see;
No one could know.
Every day I find love for the littler things.
I appreciate so much more than I had before.
I find brilliance in your smile.
And I find motivation in your fight.
And inspiration in my soul,
So I keep taking control
Of what I know I could be.
The world grows blacker every day.
People feel further and further away.
I used to belong--
I thought I did, anyway.
I never did though, and I know this the most.
I just wish I had chosen a better path so, so long ago.
Because people will not choose for you,
And it's okay if I go it alone.
The sunrise still wakes me gently
And the small sound of your tugging.
I raise to a voice calling me.
When I go to it, I belong.
Then I see the people around me too.
They've been waving this whole time.
I didn't think it'd be so easy for
The sleep to break from my eyes.
But the nights are the blackest of all.
I hear nothing but my thoughts.
They shake my shoulders violently.
They tell me, "Nothing is true
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is here for you."
And I am not here for anything.
The nightmares follow just the same.
The morning still follows;
The sun will still come.
There is no love in those mornings,
But I am still here.
The morning still follows.
But it does not matter anymore.
I can't be anything than what I am.
I cannot try anymore.
But the morning still follows...
And I am still here.
I might come back to edit this to make it more rhythmic and poetic, but I can't find the motivation right now.
