Life

Do you have to know what it's like to be on the edge,
To have wind in your hair as you stand on a ledge,
ready to fall?
Do you have to feel,
feel your head pound,
to be unafraid and unbound,
Your heart pumping toxicity
through your veins
Do you have to be unable
to hide from how you feel,
Do you have to be broken,
Hurt beyond repair,
pretending that the music is the only thing
that's kept you sane?
Do you have to be unrestrained,
Do you have to fight the law,
Does your soul have to be so stained,
That you repress the things you saw?
Do you have to be in pain,
Do you have to want to die,
Do you have to be depressed,
Do you have to always cry?
When can you be safe
From torture and from pain,
Do you have to have a broken heart,
Do you have to be
injured, wounded, torn apart,
Do you have to hurt from love,
To be so cold
that you linger in the heat of hate,
just for the warmth your heart has sold?