One thing stronger than your love is my inability to love myself,
Forever, am I just going to be like this?
The poetry’s fading, burning golden lines,
Wonder a life of white lines,
So many places, and me searching for life,
For me to say, “I found you, at last.”
How do I let go of the people, who cling on like the ghost of a bad memory,
Words set in stone, set them alight.
I can’t pretend that things are alright when they’re not,
Trying to say everything’s swell,
Clinging onto life, blood falling down my fingers,
I was afraid to sink, but now it’s too late,
I’m asking God, but sometimes I lose faith,
Wanting to die, is it so bad to want?
I dream of roses in my sleep, and wake up with tears in my eyes of the pain I can’t reach.
But never mind, that’s far too deep in my abyss.