Precious.

The reoccurrence of violence

Struggles and despises

Constant like the rain

Deeper than the tide is

We mask our fear in courage

To hide our shameful thoughts

Covered in false pride

We create emotional droughts

The sweetest things in life

We often over look

The deepest things in life

Are often found in books

I look deep within

To see if I am alive

I look too far inside

And can barely find life

What matters is always personal

True value is so subliminal

Each breath is worth the last

The future comes way too fast