have you ever loved and lost somebody,
wished there was a chance to say i'm sorry.

self discovery is never easy.
we are fallible creatures
and who we are usually disgusts ourselves.
acceptance comes hard,
but living it out is harder.
sometime the question is not who you are,
but rather, should you be who you are.
that's the struggle.

Raising again from bed,
Empty heart and mind,
Going through the mindless routine,
Returning to the painted mask,
Ever longing to leave this masquerade.
Time, now or never.

mag is right,
it is time to rethink proirities again.