The world I live,my own little world.
I can’t be the right way up,
gravity has lost its touch and
that taught me a painful lesson,
I should have never said “I love you “.
“True love is not real if it’s not returned”
Just as ; if we do not love then we have no reason to exist.
So why do I always fail.
I lied to survive yet I’m still dying…just slowly now
My blood moves in a hazy glow.
A bit too fast sometimes, I skip a few beats now and then.
I’m in fire in a wet cold damp dream.
“Lose it damn it,lose it”
My head screams but I know if I lose the insanity,
Then I’ll lose myself.
But now I’ve got myself in trouble.
Tired of being careful all the time.
I’m sick of all the games I have to play
So I can pretend that I’m happy,that I am okay.
I try to let loose my fears as the heavens set fire
Then into the heat,I’m lost once again.
All I breath in is my pain and sadness .
Its all there under my skin.
Nothing real can be threatened,I told myself. The idea of true love will bring back my salvation.
But where is the love that I need ,the kind that makes you crazy and selfish.
The kind that makes you feel like you’re bigger than the world.
Where is the love that my life depends on?