Sometimes the words leave me and I cant speak.
Sometimes my heart feels empty, and I can’t see; can’t see what’s right in front of me, so I walk blindly.
Sometimes I can’t speak and every letter forms a sentence that makes my soul weep; sometimes my wounds get a little too deep...
Sometimes I don’t want to feel cause I’m scared of what my feelings may reveal; scared of feeling something real...
Sometimes I wanna cry until there’s nothing left, just scream at the world till I’m outta breath, kill myself so I can say I conquered death.
Sometimes I think so much that the world spins, don’t know which way is up, can’t see the end…
Sometimes I hate to love and I love to hate, and I let my heart control my fate, and I run towards another mistake.
Sometimes the darkness smothers all my light and I get tired; too tired to fight…
Sometimes my words get trapped behind the walls I’ve made, because I’m afraid:
Afraid to see my demons, afraid to face my fears…
But sometimes only words can help me make sense of all these tears.