Knock or Patch the Roof

I have a mind that screams in silence. 
My favorite past time is coming face to face with the void, understanding the blank spaces. 
Contemplating between truly living than mere existence. 
Aimless and adrift.

I’m breathing ice and fire at the same time.
If a finger had to be cut in order to save the hand, I’ll do it. 
But everyone cries for second chance. 
A necessary evil clothe under the banner of tough love. 

There’s a vague pain within the secret recesses of my heart.
What you don't know won't hurt you. 
Better grieve with the truth than comforted with a lie. 
A long unspoken apology is forever lost in my thoughts.

We live in a world full of unsteady people. 
Is there someone in your life willing to knock holes in roof? 
Blessed be who got one. 
I patched the roof after the thrill is gone. 

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