Faces,phases,faces,phases.

Being haunted.
Being labeled.

Liar...

Been fighting the demons.
Night long, and in day.

Was it my mistake.
yes it was.

I took things for granted.

Not its hurting me,
so I am  lying now.

They look at me
and i get hurt.

They talk
and i get hurt.


Paranoia...can spin some tales.

I am trying to breath deep now,
telling myself this will pass.
But I am choking too,
strangled by my own thoughts.

There is just hope and there is grace or there was,
  but surely I believe "even this will pass."

Funny It Is..

It just breaks my heart,
It just breaks it into two.

Leaving jagged spaces,
Empty places,
It just breaks my heart
right into two...

 

I have been fighting
I have been hurting
Myself all again.

It never leaves,
the hurt remains,

in the empty places, in the jagged spaces.

All this, but love,funny it is.