Only to return to you

Who are we?

In the end we’re all scared,

Scared of the future, the past, the present.

Scared of dying and scared of living.

Scared of finally taking the courage to try,

Only to lose our found courage,

As it’s vanishing with our memories,

Slowly but surely.

I don’t want to lose this,

Something that I’ll dearly miss,

The thing that makes us all us:

Human beings.

Who are we without our precious memories?

Overflowing into me

It’s calming, mesmerizing, 

How the wind can feel on my skin,

While the sun is making me grin, 

Filling me up with warm to begin, 

To enjoy this life.

Living his hard, 

And I’m still very scarred, 

By those memories, my accessories,

My experiences. 

Can’t we help but think, 

That all we’re supposed to do

Is sink?

When will we learn to stand up

And fight for us?

I want to breathe, 

I don’t want to feel this way, 

I’m trying to keep my feelings at bay,

Before they all overflow, 

Into the scrambling mess

That’s me.