Sarrisa

Please, please come with us. We're going to live tonight. The fire in our hearts has been burning far too bright for us to keep it inside We beg and we plead. With your hand in mine, "Come. Come out! We're running out of time!" But they're oblivious to our desperate cries. So come with me darling, And we'll laugh as we say goodbye. This place is a cage. But now it's our turn. We'll sit here smiling. As we watch the city burn.

There is part of me that isn't satisfied. A part of me that lacks pride. The pride to stand out. To say no. To say there is no place that I don't want to go. I am a worthless, worthless soul. I live a lie everyday, pretending I am someone I am not. That I am amazing, beautiful, worth putting effort into. That is the lie. I am not kind. Not patient. Not gentle. I am brash. Rude. Emotional. I am the Devil's Advocate. I am the Punching Bag. I am the unheard voice. The ghost of memories. I am the one that begs for attention. And feels so bad for doing so. I am the observer. I watch everything slip through my fingers. I see