My subconscious brings food to mind,
And I curse my stupidity,
Anger builds and destroys,
It kills, but we are all dying,
Human kind, the only animal that knows there is an end,
But what to do until it comes?
Do we worry ourselves with it inevitability?
Do we speed up the process that is called dying?
Each day that passes is one closer to death,
And the filth consumes me,
Beating me without mercy,
Smashing my face,
Tearing me down,
The constant struggle to survive,
The only knowledge known by me is that there are people,
These people can form walls and roofs,
Walls and roofs to keep out the harshness of the wind and rain,
These people are called friends.
I'm sorry if I seem rude,
But it hurts me to see you,
You in all your hidden and unknown pain,
I love you,
And my love is no light thing,
Pain and suffering,
Abuse and self-loathing,
I wish you only good,
And when bad happens I feel it,
Our tears fall in the same puddle,
Why do people hurt you?
Why do you hurt yourself?
I want to take you in,
To shelter you from harm,
I'll protect you because I feel you,
Because I love you,
But I cannot protect you from yourself,
First you must love yourself,
Then and only then.
My life is bitter sweet,
Or rather sweetly bitter,
Dark black rain clouds with silver linings,
I find it easiest to compromise my own rules,
It seems that I know what I want,
I'm usually wrong,
I stink of hypocrisy,
My mind is weaker than I think,
Which explains why my heart always wins,
I feel helpless,
An internal struggle where there is no bad,
No good,
Just feelings,
None of which are wrong.
