I'd run for you in the darkness, only the angel inside lighting the way,

and wrap my arms around you and hold you close,

and if my demons should catch up, and try to tare us apart,

ill just hold you closer, tighter, try and hold on forever.

As a part of my heart
I will take a piece of you
With me all my life
I want you to see that
All over the world
Are pieces of ourselves
And as we go along
We pick up the pieces
To become whole
You have given me
A piece of myself
And I hope you find
The piece i left for you
Even though
We are not together anymore
We will always be connected
We became a bit more whole
By knowing each other

Your memory still lingers in my mind
It’s been a handful of years
And they say time heals all wounds,
But the one you created is still here.
Fear is my excuse not to move forward.
But a wise person once told me to face my fears.
I’ve nurtured them for so long,
They’ve become my inner demons
That keep me chained to a figure of you.

there are no words, only feelings that cannot truely be shown
no one knows exactly how she feels, it makes her feel so
Alone
no one is there, no one is around
her heart is filled with something that has her
Confused
she has never felt this before
it Hurts
it makes her feel so
Sad so Sick
it brings tears to her eyes
it steals the energy from her body
to fuel its ever growing
Pain
it will not go away, no matter how hard she tries, tries to
Forget
yet it always finds a way to bring itself to the front of her mind
nagging her until she can take it no longer
she gives in, gives in to its unstoppable persistance
it drives her mad
it is always there, it never leaves her alone this feeling
it is as if its only objective is to break her down
tear down her will until it is absolutely nothing
until all that is left is a
Scared
Hurt
little girl alone, and afraid of the monsters lurking in the darkness
waiting, waiting for her to return to them
return to their grasps, for the little girl had left many years ago
yet they knew one day that she would come back to their lair
for the feeling growing in her heart was no match for the girl
they would go on playing their games
passing her back and forth, and she lets them
she waits until one day when their fun is over
and they are through
thoughts of freedon are the only things that keep her going
for without them she would be consumed
consumed by pain, and fear
she knows, knows that there are fields of daisy flowers
waiting for her to come to them
for one day she will be free

Am I losing myself to this crazed depression, every day I wake feeling more and more lifeless, the clock is on its thirteenth hour and what should have died and turned to dust is existing in constant purgatory, a heart that no longer is  capable of loving but still feels that emptiness, observes from behind thick glass screaming at a person who is incapable of listening.

This strange man I see infront of me, I have no attachment to, will anyone listen if he cried. Would anyone help if he crumbled infront of them, his every grain of emotion flooding onto empty ears and hearts, no sympathy or love is there for him. We're begging you please, take notice, and let us free from this purgatory.