Why do we smile even when we feel sad?
Why do we hide what’s inside?
Why are we afraid of another’s reactions when we ask for the truth?
Why do we fear the truth?
And everyday we die a little, and then little by little our fears poison us until we are nothing but a shell of who we were before – happy and free.
Oh how you wish you could regain yourself again but all you feel is your bare feet walking in a bed of broken glass feeling the pain all over your body and your soul.
Why are you so hurt?
Didn’t you know from the beginning that this might happen? Didn’t you foresee?
I know you did because you told me so.
You said that it’s possible that one may tire, that people change, and that love spirals down. So sad, now you wish you had let your heart of steel remain cold. Poor you, so lost, so afraid, poisoned by your own fairy tale.
Your beloved, how radiant he is in the morning, so passionate that it’s so confusing, so cold at night like the darkness that surrounds you.
Are you standing still?
Ah, to be madly in love!
How do you feel to finally have your feet grounded now?
I told you so.
I chuckle to myself when I see you almost to tears and then you stop it from flowing as if that will stop the pain.
Oh, so sorry are you?
Tell me, do you feel the love?
Is everything around you the dream you wished so much for?
How blinded you are little one, so small.
Why don't you find yourself again?
It is time you stop fighting what you see in the mirror and find the angel inside.
Stop this hideous monster from ruining your life!
You have awakened from the ashes before.
Do not burn yourself again.
I will tell you a secret and you can be sure of it.
