Suffering Breeds Beauty

Suffering breeds beauty

As pain magnifies pleasure.

Creation flows from destruction's tears

And thus life is born.

We never want it

But are thankful for its touch.

It is the bitter taste of heaven's lips;

The thorn

Of paradise grove.

-I am Andrew-

Is it ok to say we're unhappy?

To be so vulnerable with ourselves

As to recognize things are not well?

At times the energy to stay alive is all consuming.

It drains every last volt of the soul

Till your crying alone

Desperate for respite.

Can the heart run away

When its feeling weak?

Can I hide away the nights and days

Till I can smile again?

Up and down

Raging moods and thoughts.

Manic dance

Eclectic wilds.

- me

I did this

Deafening silence

- mine

I have a hard time saying no.

I am compelled to accommodate.

We argue with Ourselves

Political debates over living policy

Unsure of anything

Afraid of reality

Afraid of Our delusions

Can hardly tell what is real

Afraid which ever one We choose

Is going to kill Us all

- Andrew, We

Want

There is a hole in me

I am unable to fill.

An old dream

Night after night.

I can pretend it doesn't exist

And sometimes even

Believe it.

However

Time and time again

I am overcome by a need

And it is as if nothing has ever changed.

- Me, Andrew