Words

Hold on,
where has it gone
Am I to soft
to become strong

Can what's left
of innocence conceive
A world which isn't
to dead to believe in
Or am I to dead to believe...

Should I Take hold of
what's left of forever
Never let it go

Can I Take
pride in existence
And do more
than survive

  Words

nothing
but belief

So what the hell
am I saying anyway

All the negative
takes hold

Am I Creative
only when
clutched in the
icy grasp of
despair

And a lie to
wash it all down
Nothing left
to repair

Except

  eyes

The vision
makes you strong

Do you remember
where I went wrong

  Words

all that's left
of imagination

Force it out
head first

Face value

Nothing left
to conceal

Except

  truth

Is this the tune
I dance to

Is every word
made right

So that they
will think I'm a
poet

Do I really have to try
and make you believe
Im not selfish...

Am I really as ugly
as I believe

We'll see

depends on the time it takes
To edit this

Not erase
but I have misspelled
A couple of words

im glad you will
never know that

 Technology

Spell check is beautiful

Nothing left
to feel stupid for

Except

  mistakes

Did he really die
on my behalf

Should she have carved
my name into her arm

Is it completely
fucked up
that I find that

 romantic


Did any of this
really happen


  Words

all that's left

of memory

The only way left
to become immortal

And this is me

Mine

On my stage

But
I don't call the shots

Only what
everyone sees

So should it matter
That my words
take hold of
anyone

  But me?

It does matter

And is it selfish
to want to be
Understood

Such an
unachievable
goal

So
don't understand

don't even listen of you don't want to

There's nothing here

Accept the truth
and lies
of a 100 year old man
Stuck in a 22 year old body...

And if you find a truth
in yourself
by reading these words
please tell me

Ill try and understand

Nothing left
to portray

Except

  sorry

To all those
whose light has been
crushed
Under the oppressive
mass that is me

Is it because
I want to seem better
than I really am

Am I really that bad
to begin with

Maybe
on some fronts

And the lies
have left me

Nothings left
to lie for

Not even

  acceptance

Its been a long time coming

These


words


This practice
of illusion
to break the control
That anyone
has had on me

So to anyone
that has ever
loved me

To anyone
that has ever
given a damn

To anyone who
cares

This is for you

All the lies
set aside

Like I said before
its been a long time coming
There is nothing
left to say

Except…

  Thank you