Written for a close friend who spent his life ust coping with everything he was thrown.
he never had the chance to really live it.
Standing on the edge of the beginning of the End
Clutching desperately for something solid,
But flailing dangerously
Because you lost yourself on the way…..
So now you wander through your life
Pretending its ok
But secretly drowning in your psychosomatic pit
Of self loathing and regret
Regret you weren’t there to help
To stop them
To save them maybe
Its not your fault
It never is
But still you blame yourself
Torturing your own happiness
For the sake of honour and pride
Because you can’t bear to be helped anymore
Used to surviving
The empathy they gave you was a lie
Your empathy means nothing if there is no honour behind it?
If you do it for a cause, to reach your own ends
For twisted ambition
So now you’re afraid of what lies your going to tell
But the truth will set you free.
And the truth has been decided before you made the mistake
So what can you change in this world
Except for how long it takes you to make that fall
Until you meet that person
Who can rip from you the world
You're only as sick as your deepest secrets,
And to them your deepest secrets are trivial
Just another thing that makes you, you
But there just as scared as you are
Fighting to stay out of their own thoughts
Because of what they did a long time ago
To change everything
So now you can breathe again
Because now the worst thing about staying in my own head is that
all I hear is my whole being screaming for you