Poetry

Truths and Lies All is Disguised.

For sometimes I feel a emptiness and other days I feel as if I'm half full of nutrients and love.
It's not a perfect feeling but it's living.
It's like getting a rid of the cancer and saying "to hell with it, I have the choice!"
Throw your hands in the air for living and loving.
Burst into tears when they fix the bandages on your heart and they say "I won't hurt this".
For all those fears and demons I'll remember you but you'll never be me.
I look into the infinity of my eyes and I see a reflection of my soul and even tho flowers are spilling from it I see blood dripping and there's my sickness.
Makes me nervous but I know they'll never bury me because just as in my next life I'll oneday make it because it's my destiny.
Call it whatever you want but we all have our own story behind our eyes.
Blind eyes turn to me and that's the truth, no one knows the truth.
Some carry parts of me but I am the only one who holds my horrors.
And you carry yours.
Blind man.
Blind woman.
Blind child.
All with there own version of cruelty.
All with their hands in the air because despite all we will love.
And there's the only truth we are all part of love.