Life's a breeze that can pass you by,

it takes you places that you have never been before

it calls you out, lifts you up and turns you inside out.

But does anybody know what it truly is?

Life is a risk to live-

one minute you're the life of the party,

and the next your the laughing stock in a crowd.

But no one cares, no one understands the feelings you go through.

A "pen" and a piece of flesh is all you can rely on-

These are the instruments that pull you through

cause now all you see are opened scars, intentional bruises and shattered dreams.

Dreams that were once inspirational; once achieveable.

Scars that were once un-noticeable; un-touchable.

and bruises that were inflicted on your heart-

A small organ that once pumped your soul to live but turned into a million pieces.

Life opens your eyes to visions that will only grow dimmer.

The hurt a person goes through, tell me really-is life irresistable?