Ground beneath my feet.

You know how some people are the anchors in your life?
They help you keep your feet to the ground?
These are the people you'd always want to be better for.
These are the people you want to give your best self to.
But what if you can't be better?
What if you are always your old shit self with bad disgusting habits which you'll never be able to quit?
And what if your anchor decides to give up on you one day?
Do you, then, give up on yourself?
Sigh.

Don't know what love is, all I know is I don't deserve it.

 

Broken promises die, like roadkill

They are on the side of the street.

Concrete casualties of love

Chewed up and spit out

Raise high then dropped down 

And now I don't know what's left of me.

(but)I'll collect myself and crawl through the shadows.

Reach up my hands to the sky and shout out

I'll never make these same mistakes again.

Cause someone up there holds the key to my heart

I'd do everything to tear it apart

By never allowing myself to let you win.

When all I want is for you to see.

The side that I don't show to anyone in fear that they may turn and run.

Alone and incomplete, 

No more tears to cry and no more blood to bleed.

I'll fall forever endlessly

When you should be the ground beneath my feet

The better half of me.