The Depth of a Soul..

Do you know? Can you tell? Walking similar paths, rather intentionally or not intentionally, Who's counting? The point is, It's not a bad thing. Rather you can admit it or not, Accept it. Actions mirror. You did that, I didn't ask, I did warn. But. I hope it doesn't end like mine. You were always the good of the three. I've always admired the things you've done, The things you've been capable of. That sweet kid, that genuine heart, all adored. You've always had that light in your eye. That light that comes from an inner peace. A moral code... Remember that. Remember this, Pride has a way to jade an image. I've seen the way you've looked at me, I know you care, and have been there through thick and thin, but I can tell. There's a part of you that think you're better than I, or maybe smarter. That blindness of yours, Is only an overlook, a misjudgment. You've done a lot, Many of which is much simi

I’ve become. I’ve become, a thought in the wind, A voice trailing, a whisper. I’ve become. A person running, My new MO.  Will I let myself cry today? Or will I fake it… I will. A heart beats. My heart, this heart… It broke, a million pieces, shattered, lost. I’m okay with it though. I’ve learn pain. I’ve learn loss. Now it’s about how. How to get through. The void, Black and bleak. Cold, oh so cold.  Learning how to fix this head of mine, Learning how to rewrite my habits, Facing it, face to face, Time after time. Only time can heal these kind of wounds. Every day you learn something new, Ever so subtle, yet ever so profound. The power of just moving forward. Steady and sure, a summer’s breeze. Until it comes - That beautiful pain, You smile. A smile that you made it, allowed yourself through it, the worst has passed, and here you are. Smiling for no reason, Listening to your favorite son

I come home... Excited to be alone, Happy and so relieved. Yet here I am, Looking over my shoulder, Lost in my mind. Trying to avoid, Trying to forget, avoiding, not confronting. Running has been my MO for so long, so long that I've forgotten that my heart is still beating, that my legs do have feeling.. I'm so tired. Always, not wanting to move, yet excited to. Heartbeats as one, Missing something, You know what.. Trying to not think, Living in a void. Don't bother me, I won't respond. I don't want to wake up, I don't want to feel. Knowing I should, is different from actually doing. What the hell is wrong with me. I can spend hours at a time, staring at a computer screen, It's as if I get lost, I am getting lost, Anything to escape. Maybe.. just maybe I can. Why is it so damn hard? The emotions are there, just hiding. Let it out, It's okay. Cry for her, cry for yourself. She's to young to know, and when