- Books, Literature, and Writing
Sometimes we lie awake after going to bed, for hours.
Sometimes we look too long at ourselves in the mirror after just waking up.
Everyday is just a new day
When there's no motivation for ever getting up.
We like to think too hard
We like to hurt ourselves
We call it deserving pain.
We cannot see beyond ourselves
War goes on inside the body
We are destroying ourselves
and when we finally come to find ourselves, will it be enough?
To chase that dream we once created long ago
Sometimes Life is short for the unsuccessful
Sometimes all we want is sex
Sometimes we tell ourselves love will destroy us
We are full of rare moments that dissolve overtime
We hope in fear
We believe in fear
Until one day
We might let that fear push us past completeness
We don't know a lot
But we do know one thing
Anything can happen to the young soul
Our BEING is enough.