My everyday hero is Lee. He’s my hero in how I write.
I met Lee in my local Christian Science book shop. I was reading to him some of my poems. He immediately gave me exactly the advice I needed to put me where I am today, writing epic songs. Continue reading
Oh Lord what do you want with an unholy demon like me?
I’m too broken to be the holy angel I’m meant to be
I try to be strong but I always fall in these sinful lies
I ask for forgiveness but why should you believe me with all my failed tries?
“These days are very rough
Life all I know, it’s nothing but tough
Forget about me, I’ve had enough
Tomorrow all you will see is my bloody scruff”
You only have one chance in this life
One chance to do what’s right
So please just put down that red stained knife
I know this world is all too blue
But hold on dear, with God
This darkness you’ll make it through
There’s a girl in the bathtub
Blood gushing from her wrists
There’s a boy on London Bridge
Watching the water flow on by
We’re only broken souls trying to find our way,
trying to find our way through the dark
No need to explain
The story’s just the same
Don’t say you love me
Without knowing for sure
These emotions within me
Won’t take much more
Listen to what I say
Darling you’ll be ok
I know how you feel
Hope seems unreal
Feeling so alone
You’re forgotten in your own home
This life you cannot bare
And no one seems to care
You ain’t got time to play with it today
Knife, put it away
Is life really that bad to stab yourself today?
Pills, throw them away
Is it worth the risk not living another day?
Life is tough
We’ve had enough
Scaring our wrists
We know it’s wrong but we don’t give a stuff
Thank you very much for calling me ugly, now how about me calling your attitude ugly?
When you look in the mirror what do you see? A pretty face or an ugly heart? In my mirror I see a friendly face and a pretty heart.
Sometimes in life, bad things happen and sometimes in life, those bad things cost us lives. Sometimes it is our fault, other times it is not, but no matter what, we always seem to blame ourselves. We blame ourselves for even trying and are mad at our mistakes.
We blame ourselves for breaking hearts, and we blame others for breaking ours. It hurts, it hurts bad, and it gets harder every single time.
We all are human, and we make mistakes to learn from, so why do we let our mistakes tear us down to the ground?