My Heroes
I didn’t have much to go on~
Growing up the way I did~
The truth always felt far away~
Like some horizon I could never touch
How was I supposed to live?~
What choices were mine to make?~
What’s makes one look past the pain?~
What’s worth breaking for?
The questions came easy~
The answers never did~
The grown ups weren’t heroes~
They were proof that things would fall apart
So I turned on the TV~
I opened books~
And I found myself in stories~
In characters who carried more truth~
Than anyone else around me
When I was young•
I believed in myths and legends~
Heroes the world tried to break~
Yet somehow failed~
But somewhere along the way~
I lost the hope to believe~
In fairy tales...
The world already taught me better~
Nowadays~
The characters aren’t stories~
They’re my emotions~
My reflections~
The masks I wear~
When I can’t face myself
Eren Jaeger is my anger~
The will to tear the world apart~
Just to protect what’s left of my heart~
The way he turned into the villain~
Felt like the screen was calling me out
Shinra’s smile is mine~
When my pain hits the limit~
Do you know the expression I wear~
When I’m about to break?~
I smile~
And isn’t that chilling?
Kaneki taught me the shape of madness~
The man turned monster~
Every scream of his~
A reminder of the dreams~
I’ve watched die in my own chest~
Each breath he takes is a war~
To keep the monster locked inside~
I know that war
I got it tattooed in my skin~
To remind me monsters aren't~
Usually born~
Most times they are made
Walter White~
that’s my pride~
Throwing away~
His family~
His values~
Everything he had~
For power~
For the lie he was in control~
And yet~
That final fire in his eyes?~
That refusal to go out easy?~
Part of me loved that
And then there’s music
X with his smile~
Peep with his laugh~
Juice with his love~
Mac with his goofy grin~
All of them fighting habits~
That were killing them
I heard their pain~
Through headphones~
And when I heard them~
I didn’t feel alone anymore
That’s the thing about my heroes~
I can’t thank them~
Can’t reach through the screen~
Can’t tell them their suffering~
pulled me back from the ledge
So I write~
Not because I’m sure I have the talent~
Not because I know I’ll be heard~
But because maybe~
Just maybe~
One day~
Some kid will stumble across these words~
Lost, angry, about to give up,~
And he will hear himself in me
And maybe then~
I’ll become the thing I always needed~
A hero who lives long enough~
To remind someone else~
That they were never alone