Feelings.
In the world today,
Life can seem to take away,
The joys and desires we wish to attain,
But instead gives us terror to sustain.
If one was to look at what they have deep down,
To know they have friends who are always bound,
To expell those fears, to hunt down your being,
Make sure their love for you isn't fleeting.
You try from your bad, try from your good,
To expose those truths, like a loving friend should,
It cannot be lied of, it cannot be fake,
Love is there and true, as heaven's gate.
Pain is so easily capable,
Of making anyone unstable,
Your thoughts are drowned by fears unknown,
Even if they are difficult to be shown.
My pain now, is of not this world itself,
But of my actions, destroying myself,
I look at life, with its painful teasing,
Making me blind and unseeing,
Of a simple miss, a miss-glance,
An incorrect position, a camoflauged stance.
I wish to blame myself, attacking my soul,
Make me wish joy, was always a whole,
That you can not experience one, without the other,
Two people who try, till at the end, wonder is there a bother.
I've fucked up my life, hurting someone I love,
In actions I make stupidly, and near misses above,
Why did I do this, why did I do that?
Passing daggers through myself, bring my soul down flat,
On an ocassion today, that could have been magical,
That I screwed it up, made it tragical.
I wish to run, I wish to hide,
Believing what I felt, was that my self-hate lied,
My emmotions now, will be bundled to a ball,
So pain to others, will never trip and fall,
I have hurt too many, and helped too few,
My emmotions bring aching pain, to my loves and true.
I will find a day, that I will make someone I love lack of worry,
But till then, all I can say is, Drake, I'm sorry.
Love you.
Life can seem to take away,
The joys and desires we wish to attain,
But instead gives us terror to sustain.
If one was to look at what they have deep down,
To know they have friends who are always bound,
To expell those fears, to hunt down your being,
Make sure their love for you isn't fleeting.
You try from your bad, try from your good,
To expose those truths, like a loving friend should,
It cannot be lied of, it cannot be fake,
Love is there and true, as heaven's gate.
Pain is so easily capable,
Of making anyone unstable,
Your thoughts are drowned by fears unknown,
Even if they are difficult to be shown.
My pain now, is of not this world itself,
But of my actions, destroying myself,
I look at life, with its painful teasing,
Making me blind and unseeing,
Of a simple miss, a miss-glance,
An incorrect position, a camoflauged stance.
I wish to blame myself, attacking my soul,
Make me wish joy, was always a whole,
That you can not experience one, without the other,
Two people who try, till at the end, wonder is there a bother.
I've fucked up my life, hurting someone I love,
In actions I make stupidly, and near misses above,
Why did I do this, why did I do that?
Passing daggers through myself, bring my soul down flat,
On an ocassion today, that could have been magical,
That I screwed it up, made it tragical.
I wish to run, I wish to hide,
Believing what I felt, was that my self-hate lied,
My emmotions now, will be bundled to a ball,
So pain to others, will never trip and fall,
I have hurt too many, and helped too few,
My emmotions bring aching pain, to my loves and true.
I will find a day, that I will make someone I love lack of worry,
But till then, all I can say is, Drake, I'm sorry.
Love you.