fishes?

everytime a guy was mentioned on a blog.
my heart whispers. hope that's me.
a picture of myself flashed in my mind.
- was where i was at my pinnacle.
i quickly cross referenced to that honest mirror.
the mirror was heartless. it just wouldnt lie
i wasn't me, i was worse - to my horror.
and i'll drop the idea. right here and right now.

everything ended 1year 9months ago.
impressive? i remembered.

maybe things have been too fast and furious.
i cant feel when i used to be serious.
every thing's been a come-and-go.
all im left now... is a hole.

people claim that emo is about cutting.
i beg to differ cauz i haven't cut.
its insane how you think emo isn't cutting.
its my christian faith i'm saved and safe in his arms.

its definitely greater than sanity,
achieved by an act we call insanity.
dying on the cross, my faith is found.
i cant deny a love so profound.

its easter sunday.
i thank you Lord for you made me something.
from ashes to a living scum
from a scum to your exquisite tool.
a tool whom you love as your own son.
surely your blood paid for SOMETHING
and this feeling makes me weigh a ton.

i'm so worthy and im so worth it.
it doesnt matter how I'm branded.
it doesn't matter if i am wanted.
but i'll sing this song again.
when it truly stems from my heart.