Why can't I ever let go?
Why do I hold on to all I know?
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard
Whether it be heavy as a brick or light as a bird
Even when it hurts me I cling tight
Unwilling to let go, lest I cease to fight
Why do those who hurt others so
Never understand what it's like to let go?
Poison people, poison words
Poison spat at those who try to fly like birds
Poison lives within us all
Yet for most of us, we don't let it fall
Yet those who do, we cling on tight
Liking the pain, liking to fight
And yet, fighting brings pain
Pain doesn't help anyone to gain
Or does it do what we don't think?
We flirt with Death, we stand on the brink
And yet, not many let go of the edge
We cling on tight, fearing to let our fingers slip from the edge
Yet in the end, others always cry.
And in the end, we all die.
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
