though life may seem irreparable,

it is being constantly renewed.

the dark and light, inseparable.

joy and pain, intrinsically infused..

...

...

i haven't been down your path,

but still, i can feel your destitute despair.

the pain and scorn it now hath

on your young heart, is vexatiously unfair..

..

all honest love and raw emotions,

slowly, are disappearing from our world.

where lingers all the real devotion,

to allowing such truth to be unfurled?..

..

the black hole inside you is very real,

warping the true purity of your mind.

robbing each honest chance for you to heal,

the numbing cold, injected in your spine..

..

i know its dreadful when your life seems bleak,

it lies heavily on your soul. though,

around every corner, of every street,

theres lies a new chance for life to flow..

Go..

...

...

though life may seem irreparable,

it is being constantly renewed.

the dark and light, inseparable.

joy and pain, intrinsically infused.


::::Soundtrack:::: (What filled my room as i wrote this. Look them up)

"This Train" by Wax Tailor

"Only You" by Portishead

"Fidelity" by Regina Spektor