Why do I always have to be strong?
Can I have some help besides the tears that always follow.
Does anybody even care?
Honestly, I cannot tell.
I never like me, now I am finding out that I do not love me.
I hide from my fear, but they are all I got.
They keep me warm at night, but they also keep me cold.
I guess that explains my soul.
My heart aches for me.
It simply cannot beat.
The pain is worse than what the eyes cannot see.
So that means I cannot see.
That is why we will never be.
So, my heart can beat again.
I cannot cry anymore.
Those tears do not live here anymore.
The heart that was once full has shattered.
Pieces are everywhere yet I cannot see them.
The happiness that is supposed to surround me.
They cover the hole where the heart once live.
A place that was always too big.
Now it is no more.
Something has taken it place.
That is dark and can never see the light.
Where my soul will now lie.
A place that I now call home.
So dark and empty is just where I belong.
The end is closer than the beginning.
Time has no boundaries when it comes to life.
The clock stays ticking.
Just as the heart stay beating.
The problem is which will stop first.