Trying to hold it all together...
But losing bits and pieces of me in the process
It's hard but not something I can't or won't handle
This is nothing I tell myself, doesn't even hold a candle (to my past)
I simply turn to my poetry in order to express
Surging emotions that seem to haunt me forever
I'd love a moment of silence or some kind of tranquility of mind
Tired of ignoring my intuition and ending up in the same abyss as before
Please someone help me understand why it's been such a crime to trust?
All my efforts to open up...just another bust!
As I leave this place, I'm scared and frightened by what awaits me at the next door
I do not want my life, by these events and stumbles, to be defined.
