Who are We Bleeding For?

I give, and I give, and I give.

I give you sorrow with every sigh. You can almost see the cloud of ache linger like love's dust after a swift and untimely departure.

There's still so much to be done.

If I blink, I am holding back the years that could have been. I don't want to see them fall, not yet. If I keep them behind my eyes, I can view my daydreams over and over again in an endless cycle. I can watch the endless possibilites of harmony, of dreams come true, of the uncharted frontiers of love. I'd rather torture myself a little bit every day than give up the dream entirely.

When I stop blinking, the chance for that dream coming true is gone.

I just have to find a way to stay awake.

It's so easy to slip into slumber to escape the pain. I'm not talking about your ordinary nightly excursion - I mean joining the ranks of the sleepwalkers, the ones that immerse themselves in things that don't matter to escape their failures in the one thing that does.

If you think you're helping someone else by sacrificing yourself, you are wrong.

No one is good to anyone while nailed to a cross.