Dark

cold, dark, alone
these are what the voices tell me I will always be,
who are they to judge me?
frozen, afraid, forlorn,
is this all I am,
do we only exist in words?


silent, angry, stuck,
this is how we suffer,
this is how we live,
but why?

do we have a choice,
is our fate really set in stone?

yes,
our lives are what we make them
bright, happy, warm
this is how it could be

but,
only if we forget,
forget what we once were,
forget all the bitterness inside

noone but you can make it better,
live every day like it was your last,

             because it just might be...