I am a man made up of dreams and aspirations.

Searching for my own version of heaven as I develop some sort of infatuation.

Infatuated with the thought of being at peace with oneself.

To replenish myself of good vibes until I forgive myself.

For all the pain I've cost, and for my enemies entering my temple.

I wish to love who's in the mirror, but it's not that simple.

I am a man filled with broken promises and regret.

I don't ask for much, but for the ones I love to neglect or forget.

That I love them, and I hope they love me.

I refuse to let myself down because I yearn to be free.

I'm misunderstood as a man that is simply sad.

A crippling dagger in my back drains my energy that I once had.

Judge me if you wish, but I'm emotional and alone.

I yearn for someone to look beyond my flesh, and see that I can't hold on.

I am a man with depression and a heart of gold.

My soul is broken, but it shall never be sold.