*pretty messy and to be honest it sounds like crap. but it means a lot to me cause since I've finally found a sense of happiness, my emo side can no longer write good. Ha.
living in the shadows
of everyone else's dreams;
living in the dark
where nothing is as it seems.
tired of living life
the way it shouldn't be lived;
worn down from all those years
and got nothing else to give.
i was hiding behind that brick wall
that i, myself had made.
hid from the world
and created my own barricade,
but as time went on
i pleaded to get out.
thought i was strong
til i started to scream and shout
to escape from the madness i had created
and climbing out the ditch
that i myself dug
and clawing and crying
from what i had become.
i sat there in the dark
when life was at it's worst
and pleaded and begged
for god to help me with the hurt.
these hands held out in front of me
offered me help
to get up off the ground
and stop dealing what i had dealt
for all these years
of being impossible to reach,
god snapped his fingers
and he had made a breach
through the brick walls i had created around me
and above all else,
these hands offered help
and a love like none else.
somehow i held those hands
and stood right up
and saw the sky for once
and didn't look down
to where i used to be,
cause i left that past behind
where it should be.
legs working once again
to walk forward
instead of staying in place,
and now that i have a hand to hold
i feel an embrace,
for what love could be
without a boyfriend or girlfriend
or candy and flowers,
this love you should see
that i have finally gotten up
and took those steps forward.
i am now walking over
that rubble of brick wall,
not looking down
but damn
you should see me now.
