Soar Thumb

Look into my eyes and what do you see?

Feel my heart beat and the emptiness it beats. I’m addicted to something impossible to hold,

I will never fit in; I was not fit to mold.

My identity does not define me; I define ID with my personality.

I was never the type to blend, that’s never been in my mentality.

But, when you face reality, everything hits like a bullet, tearing through you, stinging,

Hoping to get stuck somewhere on the inside, to wher....it’ll hurt,

Killing you slowly, but fast, contradicting,

You breathing heavily not knowing to, or not to gasp.

When you think you got it all, and it slips through your fingers, the time passes, nothings meant to last forever, you’ll feel pain, have fear, but you’ll live on,

Move on, stride… so stay strong