I know you've lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began loosing pieces of them until one day, there was nothing left. You may have barely known them at all. Either way, it is irrevelent-you cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you. Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow is another day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it's okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completelt valid but necessary- because it makes you so much more human. And though I can't promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will- eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.
Just Friends I know that I don't own you, and perhaps I never will, so my anger when you're with her, I have no right to feel. I know that you don't own me, and I shouldn't ask for more; I shouldn't feel so let down. all the times when you don't call. What I feel, I shouldn't show you, so when you're around I won't; I know I've no right to feel it- but it doesn't mean I don't.
A bed; where most teenagers find themselves for 16 hours of the day, because they'd rather sleep than deal with their problems And if sleep is for the weak, then teenagers are the weakest group It's a drug You close your eyes and just like that, you're gone and reality connot touch you And if nothing was ever a priority, most of us wouldn't bother waking up
(I) asked the voices, Why do you (want) me to die? They didn't reply (to) my question. My skin just decided to (bleed out) the answers, Pointing out (every flaw) on my ugly skin, Leaving even more scars (on my body). (I hate myself) even more than before. (For) each purple line remides me of a time that (Being) strong wasn't an option, And being (weak) was the only one left.
Can sadness kill? I believe it can. It took my life a long time ago. All it left behind is a shell of a person; All I am now is a puppet, controlled by an outside force. Sadness guaranteed I will never have the kind of life I want to live.
5:48 a.m. Sometimes, I find myself in a deep trance of my imagination, and therefore unable to sleep despite the slumber in my eyes and the drumming in my head. Voices keep me awake, until the most beautiful time of day comes at a time of absolute silence. There is only the sound of the wind and the rustling of the crisp autumn leaves. I wonder why such beauty only becomes apparent when everyone is cast under a spell of a peaceful, dreaming daze. This time is for the people who want answers to the questions that are unanswerable. This time is for the awoken dreamers who ask, "Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"
Have you ever felt that void in your chest, where nothing makes you warm or happy, everything just hurts? And you know what would make you feel better but you can't have it and that just makes the void darker and it gets so bad that you can't function normally, or even put on a fake smile anymore? Yeah...that's where I'm at..