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Things from yesterday...

I wrote some things that I'd like to share. Please don't make fun of them. They're kinda personal too so...yeah. These were a collection of late night thoughts.

A madman with a heart? Or a businessman with his pockets full?

Who would you trust with your life? Who would you trust with your heart? Who would you trust with your mind? Who would you trust with your fears? Your tears? Your ears?

Let's say the madman could see the diamonds in your eyes, they were inside of you, when the businessman who could give you the hardest natural material on Earth so you'd focus on that rather than the internal walls the madman said you had. He said that you'd have to break them down at some point.

Who would you trust with your diamonds? Who would you trust with your gold? Who would you trust with your silver? Who would you trust when you're old?

xxx

Don't leave me now. Don't you see the thing you've left behind?

Now, I have to drop down to my knees and pick up the pieces of love left on the floor.

Don't leave me now and how? How could you leave such a fragile thing behind?

I'm trying to stay low, but you're flying to close to the sun. Icarus...Icarus...

When will you learn? To not be so prideful. To stand your ground in the moment. When, I ask myself. When?

Don't leave me now. Don't you see the broken doll, right in front of you? Don't you see the thing you've left behind? Don't you think that it's time to think what's better you?

xxx

Run like hell.
Just face up and take it?
Can't you take it?

Run like hell.
Just look me in the eye?
Can't you take it?

Run like hell.
Just see the world you've created?
Can't you take it?

xxx

Distant cries.
Silent goodbyes.
I can take it.
I'm slowly walking away, head in my hands, hestitating to step out the door?

Distant murmurs.
Silent humours.
I can take it.
I'm slowly dropping out, holding onto the last drop of hope that I have, hesitating to leave me tongue.

xxx

Have I been showing things too human?
Showing emotions?
Caring?
Is it too hard to ask how someone is?

If that's a crime, I'm guilty of many. If that's a crime, lock me up or down, I don't care.

Am I crazy for feeling lonely?
Stalking my own mind?
Thinking?

If that's a crime, I'm guilty of many. If that's a crime, lock me up or down, I don't care.

Soon, I will not care at all.
I've built walls.
I've loved.
I've worried.
I daresay, cried.

If that's a crime, I don'g care about a lawyer. Expose me. I'm guilty of my alien crimes. If that's such a horrible crime: to care, to love, put me away and never let me see the light of day.

xxx

So yeah...