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It's All on Me
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Feelings Inside... I can't be perfect
because the hours mark my death.
I can't be sane
for there is no life left in my competence.
I fear forever and feel the pain
that comes with love undone.
left unspoken or hated
it succumbs you
and you die.
I know this.
And it burns.
Like fire
only no one is there to put out the flaring flames.
No one is standing in the shadows with a bucket
filled to the brim to ease the ember.
I am in total solitude
and it all depends on me.
I cannot allow myself to fuck up now.
I am truly on my own.
