Life’s a book and I’m just a writer along with a few editors.
Darling don’t worry about picking up the pieces right now. You’ve already cut yourself enough.
Chip up Chipperoo, I love you.
Lost and abandoned, standing here alone.
Just trying to imagine, how this always goes. At first, I wasn’t really honest with you because I was really scared to trust you. Now that I trust you though, you’ve done what I was scared of in the first place… You’ve disappeared.
Life is my pain and you’re my medicine.
What if bad things didn’t exist? Do you think we’d all be happy or would we just be zombies?
A Devil’s soul can masquerade itself as an Angel’s heart.
Can I sing you a song of how the world went wrong?
Can I design the air to be colorful instead of bare? Can I paint the skies with the beauty of lies? Can I draw my love for you in a way where you can fully understand it? Can I dance the rhythm of the peace that I want there to be? Can I write a book of how I want my life to be and you make it my reality? Can I recreate my world and show it to you word by word? Take my hand and let me show you that I can. I'm not a perfect girl.
My hair doesn't always stay in place and i forget things a lot. I'm pretty clumsy and sometimes I have a broken heart. My friends and I sometimes fight and maybe some days nothing goes right. But when I think about it and take a step back I remember how amazing life truly is and that maybe.. Just maybe.. I like being imperfect. Nature.
Nature is the peacefulness of all life. The sun is a light meant to light up your life with warmth and realizations. Trees provide you with the air you breathe, they promise to keep you alive. Flowers provide you with the happiness and peacefulness in your life. The leaves on a tree are meant to change the angle of your perspective as they change color. You are a work of nature. You are a force to be reckoned with, just as nature is. You have the entire world in front of you and all you have to do is build. Build your future from the imagination that nature inspires you with. Build the life you want to live from the gifts nature provides you with. But, remember, some things are best left as they are. |
I don’t know why you trust me at all, especially when I don’t even trust myself.
So many words, so little people to trust them with.
I’m done pretending to be who you want from me, and I’m gunna start being the person that I wanna be.
Sleeping is for the brave who aren’t afraid to get lost in their dreams.
Can we just sing songs and sail away from all these horrid people?
Do you ever feel like all the feelings you don’t show run away to your shadow?
Sometimes following you and dragging behind you, pulling you back just a little. Sometimes in front and tugging you along, hoping you’ll go forward and past it. And sometimes to one of your sides, just begging you to stay strong. I feel like one of those broken glass dolls that people only keep around because they had old fond memories with them in the past but will never pick up and play with again. I feel like I got broken because someone smashed me against a wall. A wall full of lies and deception. There’s that one odd child who picks me up and brushes me off. But the child can’t be with me constantly, so when I’m put down all the dust and crap piles upon me. It gets so heavy though that it puts cracks in me. Until one day I’ll be broke, unless maybe that child will find a way to fix me up..
Cry like there’s no tomorrow and smile like there was no yesterday.
Darling you'll be okay
Tomorrow's another day Don't let this one slip away I'll be waiting here till May Just sitting by the bay Just come to me and lay Darling you'll be okay I'm right here and I won't let this day go to waste The wind in the air is the whispers of a loving memory.
The wind attempts to remind you of what once was beautiful. There use to be forests full of trees taller than skyscrapers. There use to be miles of meadows full of roses and dandelions. There use to be animals of all sorts of different species There use to be dinosaurs! Nature use to be fully of many things, But now it is crumbling, it is being torn down. It isn’t yet gone though, why? Because we need it to live. So why are we destroying our source of living? |
Are you living or are you existing?
Are you over there when you should be over here? Are you dead inside, or are you dying? Which is better? Which is you? I’m alive but not living
I’m breathing without air Seeing without sight And fighting without reason Crying with no tears Crashing without falling Depressed without sadness Hurting without pain Lying without change Failing without care I’m not dead but slowly dying I’m over here when I should be over there I’m still holding onto the promises you made me
Still hoping that you’ll come through for me Still hoping you’ll try to keep them even though I already know that you’ve broken them But do you realize, when you broke that promise to me The one where you said you’d always be there to love and support me To listen to and encourage me That you also ended up breaking me?.. Fake. Lies. Deceit.
Belief. Truth. Stand. Honesty. When someone gets so hurt, so lost, so pained… They put up walls. Those walls are just in the mind though, not solid things. Those walls are words. Memories. Lies even. There is an incredible amount of pain in this world. All around you there is poverty, abuse, sickness. If you look closely, if you even actually care to glance, You’ll see just a bit of someones story. It may be someone you know, or someone you don’t. With something you never knew about them Their secrets. Their memories. Their pain.. Their wall… That wall holds the lies they tell. I’m fine. I’m okay. I’ll be alright. Don’t worry. Nothing happened. That’s not what they’re really saying though.. They’re saying I’m scared. I’m tired. I don’t want to bother you with my problems. I feel tired and unheard. Sick of not being able to be without you criticizing who I am. I feel lost. Mixed between these different personalities I’ve made to try to protect myself from getting hurt. My walls. I’m tired of my walls. I want to be me. I know you dislike who I am. I know I don’t live up to your standards. That I constantly disappoint you. But I need to be me. It’s starting. To erupt. Me. Do you care? That it’s tearing me apart… That it’s scaring me to death… That I’m scared at all.. Do you care? I don’t feel like you do… I don’t feel like.. Like… I don’t feel… Anything. At least not anything good. I’m sorry I don’t get all A’s and B’s in school. I’m sorry I say rude things to you sometimes. I’m sorry I have trouble speaking nicely about you. I’m sorry I’m not good enough. I’m sorry I’m tired. I’m sorry I’m me. I’m sorry. My walls are crumbling though. They’re old bricks. Not old memories, just old bricks. Tired of being held together. Soon I’ll be me. It’ll be an eruption to you Though I know it’s only coming down slowly. I’ll be me soon. I’ll stop worrying about what you think That could be good, but that might be bad. I have no clue. I’m scared as hell. But I’m also not trying to piece it back together. You’ll see me soon. |