life enters the doors of our own existence
carrying us and picking up fruits along the way
clearing up the mess as we throw another stone
hurdle after hurdle, some say they take it in a stride
most are convinced that it\'s impossible to believe in
what shows through your soul reflects the unknown
distinctively knowing what it is you are thinking
tripping out and blaming the things you do on it
fair says not when you never started back again
gave up, give in yet the list of wants is enormous
darkened corners, a mind is not stimulated by the thought
never ending secrets that are never known until your dead
brimful of coffee always drowned the memories we have
sat in a corner wanting to die in a way without telling
the intention was mentioned but did anyone ever listen
those living moments lost within a gulp of a breath
God was too slow to take you when the Devil misbehaved
pictures of strain and love hung gently upon a wall
passing frames of hope when things get better again
relying on the things you don\'t want to commit to or own
selfish they say, yet \'they\' got to live another beautiful day
endings are in fashion, even in a very childish way
saddened by it all we must learn to make a call and speak
importance outside of life is where the importance really is
I will be a God and take charge of his misdoings and jest
life is not to be abused, it\'s there for us to discover and learn
from our mistakes of self-harm and the acceptances of death
to help others, lift them up, hold their hearts and love.