Be yourself. Because to not be is to deny the world someone and something that will never come around again.
I think about him sometimes. Like he haunts the deepest parts of my mind. Waiting for his chance to remind me of the broken girl he left behind.
They say I’m only happy when I’m high
they say I’m always falling for the wrong guy
they don’t know that what they say
makes me cry
they don’t know that the drugs
are the only thing that gets me by
they don’t know I lay in bed each night
in a living hell
no way to break away
no way to break the spell
they comment but they don’t understand
who I am is not who I planned
they look but they don’t see
the scars buried deep inside me
yeah, they say I’m only happy when I’m high
but they don’t know how fucking hard I try
Happiness is about finding something or someone to laugh at. Even if it’s mean.
I saw a ghost today. I’ve seen them here before. Sometimes they haunt my dreams, but today it was real.
Be yourself, because the only one who really knows who that is, is you.
I think sometimes life isn’t about the big moments, it’s about all the little ones that combine together to create a beautiful, wonderful story.
I’m over you. I promise, I despise you…or something of that nature. I don’t want to be yours… I’m not lying. Pretty sure you love someone else so I’m no longer trying to see why you gave up on us. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt your arms, your love, your smile, and I swear I’m truly over it. I’ll waste no more time, crying out my eyes. I think I’ve paid the price of trusting. and yes maybe when you walked by just then and gave me that slight smile, I flashed… I felt your lips on mine, all over again… And I realized the truth, probably a fact of life, no matter who you love, or even I , there will always be a part of us that will love each other till we die.
I don’t want you back. I don’t even miss you. But yes, when I see you, the echo of love… it just gets me.
I take a deep breath and then exhale
The smoke burns as it exists my lungs
My mind starts to swirl and my eye start to close
as I fight off all these emotions
my hand is still shaking
as I lift to my lips
the red ended escape from existence
and I take another deep breath and then exhale
as the smoke leaves its gift in my blood,
now my minds real distracted,
my eyes still glued closed
the emotions eating me whole
I drop my escape,
put it out with my foot
and then exhale and open my eyes.