Only now in the mist of not knowing am I calm and healing.
My chest feels like a scab on my knee.
Every time my heart beats it reminds me of the place I am in.
Lost jobs
found souls
do you see what I see?
I cant usher a soul in to the kingdom I cant manage to stay there my self.
To what degree do I need to be just to make it
I cant mask the pain it hurts to much to care what people think.
The pain of being the same just got greater than staying the same.
I say this with No emo intent
just a broken and healing heart.
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