Where I am
July 2, 2010 § Leave a comment
To be human
Is to hurt
Is to heal
Is to hate
Is to love
I would trade this for peace
My mind races as it forces itself to find some form of contentment
A place inside myself where I am not afraid to say “No”
If you felt my heart beating, you would tell me to slow down
But I’ll sleep when I’m dead and I’ll die when I’m old
While my skin is still fair and my eyes are still good
I’ll paint this world red like I’ve always wished I could.
If only my thought up world was real
Fight, bleed, cry, scream
Take what you want from this worlds cold hard grasp
Don’t listen to that lie you keep telling yourself
Arm yourself with hope and take up your sword.
With a chest full of fury and a heart full of hope
Carve a path through this world
Some times will be harder then others
Your arms will get tired.
But don’t stop.
I keep telling myself that.