Breathe

I take off ease from the pain from the pain to the crease .i believe I have the strenght and well being to breath, every time i see myself i get down to my knees ,and cry tears of pain and love is beyond death. I cant see the rest how i want to see, but all i can see is me and the dreams of the little girl who cried her self to sleep. At night the bright lights that triggas the glory of all might, and to be all she can the heart is to fight for the death so she can breathe and live it up to all might so all glory is the love she still has to flee , the anger thats in her inorder for her to breathe