Sometimes we live too much.
We fall, and rise we die we are born again.
We bury,give birth, fight till we die we walk away praying for a chance to turn around but knowing in our heart,
that we never can.

We love and lose until we are afraid to do either one anymore.
We hate our emptiness, but for fear of loss, we vow not to fill ourselves again.

Each time we love, we hurt ourselves we hate ourselves and then we love and love again.

I hate this heart this love this damn damn death.
This coward who steals joy in the night.
One day he will come for me, but he will wait until I am weak.
Coward, say it to my face.
Kill some more uncles and loves and grandmas and trees and dogs.
Make me love some more then kill it again.
I'll see you in hell, I'll kill you in hell.
This is hell right now and I am in it.