Taking your hand
Allowing myself to trust you
Talking about my feelings
Is harder than it looks
Proclaiming my love isn't that easy
Accepting your help though
Is impossible

Sharpness of the blade
One stroke and it's all over
No late night crying
No worrying of the future
No pressure of success
A million voices run through my head
I look through them, hoping for a decision
None come
All I hear are the bullies, discouraging words, and worst of all,
"I hate you"
The voice of the one person you love
Telling you that you can't ever be enough
The voices push me off the fence
Goodbye.

I know a man who's brilliant.
Understanding who you are,
By just one glance at you

He knows that there are only so many possibilities.
And that the one that is true,
Is found by simply looking at you, analyzing you.

Do you know him?
If you do, do not jump to conclusions  and assume what you don't understand.
Instead, see the beauty in the way he thinks, processes, and lives.

Is there a place far from here?
A place only I can venture to
Drama no more, guilt afar, and anger dispersed
Does that place even exist?
But, sadly, that's place does not exist because
I still yell
I'm still angry
And rumors are still floating around me
People are still whispering, a cloud of them surrounding me
I'm still biting my nails in fear
And my anger still boils in me
And I'm still crying at nights
I still wonder when the pain ends
It doesn't exist
The place I wish for
Doesn't exist
...it's merely a dream