Fear of dying but hate the pain?
Tired of crying but hate the truth?
Fear of living but hate the dying?
I am not sure the pain is worth it,
But the tears are worth the pain.
Their warmth on my face knows no
Stranger, yet its cold on my heart.
The tears will no longer fall down into a hand holding a knife or a hand in a fist. they will fall in to words, yet the power behind them will last a lifetime. The one time that one have hurt me they take pictures to make the moment last, but the second time they do it the camera will be full with none deletable.
The pain will not be hidden in a thick wall.
Nor will it be on display for all to inflict.
Just because something said shouldn't hurt,
It doesn't mean it actually doesn't.
My mind shall create a haven for me.
Where I can be who I want to with no judgement called out on me.