Graffiti

My heart was once pure
but now, with everyone writing their names on it;
it's hard to see what lies beneath all the paint and ink.

It had once the sole purpose of keeping me alive.
but now...it's what's killing me.

I can't let the true me out, because she's too weak to live.
yet too strong to die.

So instead she settles in the prison of my heart,
trying to keep it together.
but she may as well retire
because every day's another name
another reason to keep her hidden.

So people, just keep writing.
writing the book of my life.
...but they know only my act...

so go ahead, write your name
the more you do,
the sooner my heart will crumble
and i will be free.