I’m terrified
Of what life has to offer
The dangers of this unforgivable
World
The tears that fall
Are weakness dripping down on my
Warm skin.
Sometimes I hate life
And I can feel it hates me too.

Life’s a mess that I’m tired of cleaning up
Sometimes I want to let go
Be free and be me
The pressure of being perfect
Is a bundle that’s wearing my back down
My eyes are blurred by the tears from within
I’m tired of being confused, let down
Lied to, not believed in
When will I be set free?

But sometimes
I see that
Little speck of sunshine
In my darkest of moments
Hope.
She’s hard to find
Just like the transparent air
But if you believe it
She’s always there.