I live to love the things you hate,
because I cannot deny that I'm alive.
There are things that you will want to admit to,
but will be stuck to hold forever until you rest beneath your grave.
These are the things you never realise you feel,
until somebody tells you that you feel them.
You don't have to understand these words.
I'm not asking you to appreciate this.
But I'm expecting you to read it.
And understand...
That I'm lost for words.
And that the things I think are dark.
They are darker than the sun is light.
And although my skin is pale and my eyes are forever changing,
My heart is always on display.
And it is as dark as the sun is bright.
