It whispers in your ear.
It luls you to stop.
It tells you to relax.
It lies that things are going to be okey.
It tears through your fears.
It tells you it brings the light only to smother your own fire.

The fire to try.
The fire to get up.
The fire to follow your dreams.

Now be wary of it sweet luliby.
Or you may harm your muse again.

Why does it hurt?
The pain in chest as I look at the past.
The yearn for understanding thats never quenched.
The fear of being separated.
This thing hungers for my emotions.
It seals the positivity with a dark cloud.
It eats away at your soul.
Peice by peice as you realise...
..just how alone you really are.

It sits on the tip of your tongue.
Waiting for when you're ready.
Waiting for its time to heal the wounds.
But it cant be said.

Not with all this anger
Not will all this hate
Not with all this regret
Not with all this sorrow

You think its too late.
You think nothing can change what you did,
All the lies you told.
All the crimes you committed.
All the hate you caused.
All the fights you fought.

But you can try

All you have to do is say it




"I'm Sorry"

You tell me that I'm a failure.
You tell me my goal is too far.
You tell me that my appearance in unappealing.
You tell me I'm not good enough.
You tell me to just give up.

When is this going to stop?

Will it stop when I'm six feet under?
Will it stop when I take my last breath?
Will it stop when my hair turns grey?
Or will it happen sooner then you think?

When will you tell me I'm good enough?
When will I be able to make you proud?
when can I just make you happy?
When can I just live my own life?