Stitch the Broken..Kiss the Pain Away.

Our hearts hide away and stay hidden like how we want it to.
Our demons control us and we no longer can control ourselves.
We ask for help, even though help isn't always there.
We humans hurt and get hurt, we bleed and make others bleed.
We say we aren't perfect so we can just make ourselves feel better.
We humans tend to suffer by hurting ourselves and hiding from pain.
We humans tend to lock our hearts away till they shrivel and rot in dust.
We wished a war against the ghost of our past..some fell apart.
Our friends come and go.
We..come and go.
I..get blown away after I'm burnt
Like ashes.
Love? Will there be some of that in my life? Will love set me free...or well it dry me up..like leaves without life?
My story is not yet a legend..my stories are young and they have just begun...