It is merely nothing more than a name.

Why do we use the word claimed? Words matter and are powerful, handle with care.

My plan was for the fall to be slow and steady, Not all at once.

My emotions are like a tide, one minute the nice, calming warmth of happiness is enveloping me,

Do you ever feel like you are going to fall? That at any moment the floor will fall out from under you and you will vanish again.

My mind is awake, my heart is cold,

It is a feeling that visits at night right as you try to fall asleep, it creeps into your bed and wraps you up in its' strong arms.

Some think that losing people is hard or that dying itself is hard. In reality, it is living that is hard.

Peace is strange, it comes and goes,

I shove you down so that I don't have to face you. But when you come up you drag me down with you,

I like to lie on the floor, people frown upon that,

Every cause bearing my name is just, Every battle bearing my name is a victory,

I am passion, I am light,

Any time I imagine talking to you, I have an internal battle,

Have you ever tried to fill the void inside your bed? At night, I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to fill the void,

I am round and hard edges, soft and sharp pieces.