Hollering Scared

Remember when we were incomplete? When we stayed up late and we fought sleep We still smiled because of our injuries... Ignored moving forward cause the floors creaked My way of inconvenices is that “forward” is to steep... I know emotionally I get too deep... But who would of knew, you can change all this proof When you sit up all night and see the world change from your roof And you can change the view of what this all seems I’ve got to write this down in my history These explosive situations, and atrocious complications Bringing closed conversations, leaving broken foundations I’m sorry, I’ve got these wrongs, and my rights I’m still young, why am I wishing for something dead in an old “lie” Why am I searching for something lost in my old life... Now I know that I should not try, and I probably won’t find Anything valuable as I gold mine, I know that this is just a cold time I’m as broken as what I hold in my chest, and it’s hard to accept These are quotes from a broken novelist, that can’t find a mending process Who hides scared in his closets, Hiding from these broken promises I lay scared staring at the stars, planets, and rockets Maybe when I die, by then I won’t be hollering scared Because life has already been a horrible dare And being in love hasn't been adorably fair...