A turning point in one’s life could be anything,  in fact what only matters is how we choose to react to the situation.    Ive been given this opportunity and here I am on the side line . 

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Ourselves 

Remember who we used to be? We can’t go back to the way we were. Trust becomes cut at the seams. We can’t undo what’s already been cut open and bleeding .

We fill those voids that we tell ourselves that we don’t need to fill them. We put on that smile because we think thats it’s better but its not.

Distract our minds but not our bodies. Don’t deny that feeling of anger and rage.

Remember who we used to be? We can’t go back to the way we were. Trust becomes cut at the seams. We can’t undo what’s already been cut open and bleeding .

Like A Fire 

So this is what you tell yourself  while laying awake at night, drinking red whine, waiting for a fight. 

 You know what you are, a monster like me.  Tied to the past, chained to whats left.  A fire burning up leaving scars on my body.  Just spreading like a wildfire. 

Tell yourself  those pretty little lies.  Dressed up desires that never get exposed. 

  So this is what you tell yourself while laying awake at night, drinking red while, waiting for a fight. 

  Maybe I’ve lost sight of who to trust.  Turn the corner , ready your gun. 

Side by side 

Side by side , thought I still feel alone.  Darkness invades what is left. 

What I’ve become,  it’s not up for discussion.   It’s buried deep inside.  

 What I love is up for grabs for I cannot regain a sense of motivation.  The urgency is tearing me apart, though I don’t want to be a fault, but here I am. 

Like I Do

Say It to my face, at least your forget what you said, but I’ll remember like I do.   Cling to those words torn apart by you.  You break me down and swing me round until I’m back to where I started.

Never an unkind word, just jokes like I do.  I’ve grown a back bone, what do you want me to do?  talk back at the top of my lungs?

Like arrows going through me, I don’t quite heal the same.  New skin doesn’t cover up what was torn apart.

I Would Think

I would think you’d want to hear what scares me. What describes me. Maybe you’d like to climb into my brain just to see the madness that sets me free.

   Begin from the end than you’ll find.  Stay true, all the roads lead to a truth. 

  I would think that you would want me on a spiritual level just like the movies, just dancing in the rain.