My power is no longer my drive.
My will has can no longer carry me.
My hope is not my salvation.
My redemption has no praise.
My strength gets no applause.
My love has no life.
My life is gone.
My story shall never me told.
My world is everything, but me.
My ability is one that is not given.
My dreams never came true.
My wants are never for me.
My work will never be seen.
My silence is always heard.
My life is gone.
My soul has no story.
My freedom never came.
My tears are filled with fear.
My life is gone.
This is my story.
The time is not tomorrow, it is now.
The pain you have will not last always.
Like the river there is an end, you just cannot see it yet.
You must be strong, not for others, but this time for you.
Worry less and think more.
Do not listen to bees, they will distract you.
Try to harmonize with the birds and let them guide you.
It seems hard, but that is life, so you must get up and try.
Help is not something you are often asked but is not rarely given.
Deep down you need it, but like the root of the tree you cannot move.
Your dreams are running away, yet you are walking.
Are you going to let them pass you by?
Stop thinking what if, those what if no longer care.
This has an end you just have to meet it at the door.
When it knocks, do not be afraid to open it.
My mind is open, but it is not free.
My heart is broken, but it is not shattered.
My love is real, but no longer here.
My strength is weaking, but my soul is on fire.
My anger is real, but my hatred is gone.
My doubt is selfless, but my giving will never change.
I have tried all that I can to be me, but me is no longer working.
I do not know any other to be, but I know me is just not enough.
I thought I was going to be whole by now, but I am just as broken as ever.
Will my life ever change, will my love ever stop being ignored.
The answers are not giving at the best, but the rest is what we need.
I cannot give an answer to the you, but can you give one to me.
Is what I am doing in vain, but just my pain.
I could just be too open and broken to know, but I have to find the reason for being.
I hate you, but I need you.
I tried to love you, but it broke me.
I used to run to you, now I run from you.
You were my strength, but I became your desire.
The love we shared had no bounds.
The hurt we hold is stronger than the ground.
The hope we shared is no longer there.
The love of my life I can never call again.
I wish we this did not happen, but it did.
The you plus me was all we had.
Then it became much more than we could bear.
Tomorrow is a new day, fir us to see.
Will it be one to remember or one that blows through the trees.
Look up at the sky and you will see me.
I will always be there; you just might not see.
There is something happening, and I do not know what it is.
The things that used to surround me are slipping away.
The trees are no longer listening.
The wind has stop singing.
I have nothing.
I do not know what I did wrong.
My life used to be okay, and sometimes great.
Now it is just grey.
My friends are no longer here, and my family I let disappear.
I always wanted to be alone.
Now that I am, all I want to do is just go home.
I said I would never come back, now my heart is making me want it.
The love never used to be there, but the silence of being alone is frighting.
I am slowing turning into the person I once feared.
I cannot say their name because it will ring true to death ears.
To be alone does not mean you are lonely.
I am both, and that is not where I want to be.
I need to be free, yet all I want to be is alone and lonely.