pressure, smothes her.
inking into a different place,
where you loose your veneer,
and stop trying to be an ace.
fear, gnaws on her.
crawling in my skin,
where you can't discern,
from true and false within.
vulnerability, kills her.
misguiding guilt and doubts,
where you get judged and judge,
for feeling intensive and having wounds.
shelter, isolates her.
protecting yourself from everything around you,
where you forget to be reachable,
for people who don't wanna hurt you.
melancholy, touches her.
emptying your sorrow with a smile,
where you know life ends fast,
you try to hold onto it a little more, a little while.
greed, haunts her.
thinking of the bitter taste of love,
where you feel alone and cold,
cause you're scared to lose it all.
hope, embraces her.
trusting in the beliefs I grow up with and
remember: everything will be okay in the end.
and if it's not ok,-
-"it's not the end".
