• Falling seems to act like a sin, but it’s not a sin.
    Yet when you fall, you always pick yourself back up again.
    It’s a pain to pick yourself up when others laugh at you not bothering to help you out.
    Truthfully, in your mind, you know that you will be able to regain your sincerity: whether in life, falling, or failing.

    It’s gracious to know that you have those close to you that are willing to protect you.
    But what if they are the ones needed protection? Can you protect them than?
    Or will you fall like they have?

    Talking trash about others behind their back, like your saint, such foolish is messed up.
    You act like you’re the Saint of the Underworld than.
    You act like you know everything, but you don’t.
    You act like someone else but what’s right in front of you: your own self.

    Fighting each other no good ever comes out of it, but landing yourself in trouble.
    What’s the point of fist fighting? Do you like seeing yourself injured?
    Why bother fighting? Fighting only comes out of the bad deed in life.
    You know it’s wrong, yet you still do it. Why? Can you ask yourself that?
    Better yet, can you answer that question?

    Love? What’s really the TRUE meaning of that word?
    Cherishing each other?
    Helping each other out?
    Can you answer that question honestly? Don’t make up a lie, just think about it yourself.

    But do remember one thing: red ashes are my roses.
    The ashes allow me to see, hear, and feel my strongest.