I needed to detach from who I was back then; the rose-colored glasses had grown pretty slim.Those arrows in the Darkness shot deep into my skin. The message I received was to stop and start again.How many levels of life do we receive? Every time I would open up, my heart would be deceived.So closed I live with shields and curtains.Everything gained gives back twice the uncertain. It’s as if the ship has grown a hole; bigger now than my very soul.I could burn the daylight out of you, but who would gain from living truth?We all hold secrets deep inside; the life of glue we scribbled to hide.Repent shall bring some peace to me; this was never intended for who I’d be.The colors smeared along the page; diamonds were cut to prove the age.Dash into those brittle bones. Take away the debt and loans.Trust me as I say this now.To balance this life; I no not how.