Why have I been put on this Earth?
To live just to lose?
I keep on asking myself,
if I was allowed to choose
my person, my future, my destiny,
would I truly be happy?

The answer is
it's the fighting, the yearning,
the pondering, the burning,
that gives a reason to living
My suffering is a symphony
That builds and rings until one day,
In a clashing crescendo,
Discordant sounds align
and resolution is reached.
A peaceful resolve
will give strife
its meaning

Trauma shapes her outward projection,
A sorrowful display of rejection
And repeated emotional assault.
She needs to know that it was never her fault.
That there's still love left to give.
That there's a life that hasn't been lived,
She can acknowledge the darkness within,
and have no desire to live in sin.
Underneath her skin is an innocent core
It turns out she was never a *****

Look into my eyes.
Can you see it?
My loneliness
weeps
even when I cannot

You're stupid to think
I would put all my eggs in a basket
with a hole in it.

The days continue to pass by
And time loses reason to fly
It grows weary as it comes to realize
There is nothing to fly to,
No happy ending to pursue
For what would happen after?
For time, it will always be fly
                                                     and never 'flew'.