Living?
Yes. But living what?
Living life
Flinging strive
Driving might
And most of all,
Clinging Christ

How are you?
"I'm fine", I always reply.
This conversation we hold on a daily basis.
No harm... no harm...
You care.
And that's cool.
Thanks.

Still, how be it that I cringe up in my bed at night
With a pillow stuffed up in my mouth so I don't wake others up sobbing?
Why do I feel there's nothing to live for?
Huh?

Will you listen if I tell you
how I truly feel if I were to?
Would you pat my teary eyes dry?
Will you give me your shoulders to rest on?
Would you?
Without being bothered?
If not, I'm fine.
Thanks again.

So sweet yet painful
Once bonded, hard to break
I wouldn't want to loose you
You are my heart throb
But it hurts seeing you tear my heart down
Cutting and shearing with lies
Sorry miamor
I'd rather live with my heart intact.

It was written
I saw it
On the pages of a torn heart
It bleeds pain
I feel it
From the tone of the words
It read like a thus:
"Boys are not stones!
We cringe too.
If only this could be understand,
She'd have left years before this happened
How do I smile again?"

Praise! Praise!!
Lights out.
Everywhere is dark.
They speak bad at us.
We turn their preys.
Well, spoken in darkness,
shall be heard in light.
Only be one who prays.