This is your personal war.
Against your own inner demons.
The great fear in your heart.
Your own prison, to which you unbeknownst to yourself got the key.
I can stand by your side.
I can lend you my hand.
I can be there and support you.
But I can't fight your war for you.
Structure on the walls
Indistinguishable from
A remote distance
Sorry...
Sorry for being a burden.
Sorry for being clingy.
Sorry for being such a mess.
Sorry for having no self control.
Sorry for being insensitive.
Sorry for being thougtless.
Sorry for being heartless.
Sorry for being unempathic.
Sorry for overestimating.
Sorry for not grasping cues.
Sorry for being emotional.
Sorry for overthinking.
Sorry for being distant.
Sorry for being manic.
Sorry for being depressed.
Sorry for being arrogant.
Sorry for hating myself.
Sorry for bothering you.
Sorry for dissapointing you.
Sorry for making excuses.
Sorry for being suicidal.
Sorry for telling you about it.
Sorry for staying.
Sorry for opening up.
Sorry for saying all that.
Sorry for apologizing.
...I'm sorry.
Some might see me as a key
Some might feel me deeply
Some might see me as the door
Some might meet my core
Some might perceive my essence
Some might hear my soul
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Follow up / Twin poem to:
Just go step by step
Take all the time you need now
Don't rush through it all
War nie was
Werd nie was werden
Nur was sein
Ein' Augenblick lang
Es tut weh
Sich einzugestehen
Im Leben niemals
Sich selbst zu begegnen
Sollt ich Mich
Je wieder verliern
Im leeren Spiegel
Erinner mich bitte
I try to open up to you
About the inner of my heart
My shameful thoughts
But your reactions
Sound like a brutal judgement
I collapse into myself
Feel belittled and small
When all I wished for
Was love.
Really if I'd knew how to
I would just take care of me
but every attempt falls trough
in absence of some air to breath.
Made all the moves I know my dear
wishing you'd say something
and every word untold by me
screams in deep despair darling.
Lost in time and space
Living moment to moment
In search for a resting place
With no clue of where I'm goin'
If home is where your heart is
It must be a miserable place
A blood painted carnage
As it doesn't stop to ache
And I waited and I ran
Till I was tired and exhausted
Guess fatigue is my best friend
It leaves me numb and thoughtless