What is bravery?
Is it being able to defend yourself or others?
Is it really something so noble?
When the reality hits and you realize, you can never be loved. When the truth is you'll always be alone. Face it, love is dead and it will never return.
Is it the right thing to do?
Listen to your friends, they want nothing nothing more than hurt you.
But what of you can't pick up the knife?
Is bravery turning away from the voices and living on?
Or is it finding a way out of that hole?
The glittering gun?
The swinging rope?
The rushing train?
The bravest ones are those who find a way out, even if they're scared.
No comments:
Post a Comment