you were here last night
kept me safe from the wolves
i heard them growling but you stared me down
i could not focus on anything else

the feeling never last more than a night
im stupid to let the feelings in

but im simply weak now.

the wolves i thought were bad, were good.
i let the thing i thought was close and safe was the wolves attacking me all along.

i dugg myself this hole. I must fill it myself.

whatshouldwecallme:

My day:

My night: 

This whole time I was trying to find the point of the situations I am put in, the reasoning, the purpose, the symbolism.  Never tried figuring out how to let go or move on, I just question everything.  Letting in anything that I can understand or be humble upon.  Who the fuck I am, Who the fuck are you?  Paths always look dark and rough, like my rough hands that try to grasp a meaning, but I always seem to find that little flame, but then I somehow blow it out every time.  Push it.  Love it.  Hate it.  Ignore it.  It will always be there.  

Being the being I am, we must be the most confused and most fucked beings existed.  

The fear of death I am.

BE PART OF SOMETHING! Stop wishing and do something about it. Sometimes you have to learn the hard way, by working hard. 

on anything that tries to put me down for my actions.
on anyone that doesn’t give me room to speak.

We all have opinions, and i respect that, but ill go with mine, and be who I am. 
Do NOT question yourself, ever.