The Weakening Effect

Let me tell you how it feels,

To be loved and hated.

Would you try to deal with it? Would you try to make it stop?

To live means going through light and darkness.

Passing your horrors, to hope and to love.

Hope is my porter and love is my loss.

I need you to survive but I feel my end approaching.

I have to come to say goodbye, to you and myself.

Because with you I’m breaking but alone I’ll be dead.

The hardest part is seeing you, feeling you.

Even if I close my eyes. (you’re in my head! You own my heart!)

To live means going through light and darkness.

Passing your horrors, to hope and to love.

Hope is my porter and love is my loss,

But I need you to survive.

God gave me eyes to see, a heart to feel and my hands to react.

But the request for their value is denied by her might.

She constructed this mess and she bars all ways out.

She blocks my view of worth living grounds.

And she’s the reason for losing my pride.

But she’s in my heart and my heart is hers.

You’re in my head and you own my heart.