And sometimes I'm so scared,
Scared of who I am, scared of what I'll become,
Scared of what's out there, scared of the truth,
Scared of my reflection, scared that one day I'll wake up..
And I'll realise that it won't be ok... and either will I.
I've been living my life with my eyes wide shut,
With my heart bleeding and open.
There are scars on my wrist healed over,
Wounds on my heart that refuse to cease bleeding.
I've been going to sleep,
Afraid of never waking up,
Yet hoping for an instant...I won't.
And sometimes I wish for swift death,
I wish for the sun to be sent into exile,
So I may frolic under the silvery glow of night,
And perhaps become a ghost no one sees, or taunts or knows.
Sometimes I wish for revenge, upon those who have wronged me,
Other times I beg forgiveness for those I could not be good enough for.
I hope for a better life,
As He laughs at my efforts from above.
I am not sure who I am,
I am not sure if I will ever be ok.
I am not sure if I belong here,
I am not sure if my heart will heal.
I am not sure if I can brave the world and fight in what appears to be a losing battle.
I am not sure if I can ever be happy...or if I even deserve to be.
But there is one thing I am sure of...and that is you.
