If you could read the book of my life would you buy it or be ashamed you opened it?
If you could look in side my soul and see how ugly it is would you fix or would you see it as a waste of time?
If you could rip open my heart and see all the scars would you mend it or just let it sit?
Would you examine my memories to better understand me with tears in your eyes or would you laugh at all my mistakes and pains?
Would you reject me if you knew all my secrets? Funny, how I think being judged would be easier to live with.
Would you love me, if you knew I was only using you? Your name would be carved into my skin and your memory etched into soul to last throughout the sands of time.
Ease my pains, like using your words of anger and pain to stitch up my wounds. So I could hold on to you forever.
Look into my eyes and you’ll see a broken man, living dead tissue, used and dried up, filled with regret and despair, sinned with guilt, but a smile knowing it’ll end soon.
Any questions?
