Whats left

The hatred i have for myself. the things i put my self through. the way i try so hard and still only get weaker. piece by piece i fall apart. piece by piece i start to die. and yet piece by piece i still live.

a failure walking in a world that demands perfection. a letter stamped on my life. what i earned. what i have. will never be good enough. my soul ripped apart by my own fate. bleeding my heart, draining my life.

society is not cold. society is only sharp. pricking your finger everyday. leaving scars with no dismay.

when all your blood is gone you have nothing left. holding onto scars and the memory's left.

but thats life. you live and learn. mistakes made again are only reminders.

reminding you of the times failed. remember the times you gave up.

memory's washed away replaced by new. is what keeps us alive.

when we stop making mistakes. when we start to relive who we are. thats when we kill our soul. because in life you never really make a mistake. you only feel the pain you create.

whats left at the end is what mattress. thats what tells you who you are.

you will never know who you really are until the day comes when you touch the sky.