Years have passed, and as life matures I examine my thoughts,
I examine my past, I examine my pains.
I was naive and everyday I look back at the day before and find my faults.
The words that should have been spoken, the ones I wish were never said.

But this is life, we all live alone in ourselves, and witness life through our own eyes and fingers.
We are consumed by ourselves. Protect ourselves, and most quickly villify ourselves.

Grief haunts us...
Excessive thought...
Seeking external answers...
Ignoring what we feel inside...

Caught in this net we struggle, only tightening the trap, binding our hearts.

A heart under pressure struggles harder to beat.