Strength is written into you. In your teeth and fingers and legs, strength is written into you. In the quip of your tongue and the flick of your gaze and every time you wake up and commit to moving forward. You can forget or deny or give up, but if you stand, your body will hold you up. Believe me. Trust me. The strength is there.
What if I told you that I have a gypsy soul? That staying in one place gives me itchy feet? That I want to see what the world has to offer? Would you think that I was leaving because of you? Because it’s not. I want you to come too. I want you to be my partner in crime. I want you to see the world with me. I want you to be my travel companion.
_________________________________ I wish someone would look at me and notice the bloodshot eyes by the tears that fall at night I wish someone would look at me and realize the bruises on my thighs I wish someone would look at me and sympathize on how pale I've become I wish someone would look at me and see that I'm so numb I wish someone would just look at me that would say everything I need so I wouldn't bleed. ________________________________
Its been two years now, and it stills hearts as much as it did back then, but part of me is asking, why do ypu greave so much for a person you barely new? Then my mind says, but he was your grandfather why wouldn't you greave about his death? And while trying to figure all this and more out it just keeps on hurting, and whenever I'm able to get my mind off of that t goes to thinking about Her and the aching just starts all over again, when will this ever stop?
There are alot of things I miss about being a kid, but one of the things I miss most is being held. The amazing feeling of aomone holding you in their arms and the feeling that everything that worries you just fading away, but I am not a kid any more, but alot of the times I wish I was, cause I have too many worries that I wish would disappear, but that is what it means to be an adult, it means that you are alone, always alone.
I want to be loved. I want people to want me around but not just for the things I can do for them or the things I say to make them feel better, but someone to talk to me just because they want to see how I'm doing or see how my day went, not just so they can always talk about themselves. (Don't get me wrong I have always been a listener more than a talker, and I want to know about how your feeling bad and what's going on, to see if I can help in someway, but when they only talk about that for days and days on end and there just wining about it everyday, all day long that's when I get annoyed.) I want to have deep meaningful conversations and have some time alone with my friends, and not this endless, mindless, meaningless conversations at work or at home. I could go on and on about this but then that would just be ranting and that's not want I want to do here, even if this whole things is a bit of a rant, each, I guess I will quit while I'm not to far gone
How can I be both the singer and the angel in the song fallen angel by three days grace? Some times I am the singer who is there and trying to save the angel and help them up again, but then at night when the wall that keeps all my emotions locked up crumbles, thats when I become the fallen angel. I have no idea how to handel this, how I can be both people.
"I love you" She says. "Prove it." He replied. "I don't know how..." She forced out. "Then you don't really love me." He walked away. Her heart was shattered. She cried and prayed. For her to replay that day.
the problem with people like me is that we care too much. we break our hearts into pieces and give them away, until they are all gone. and we try to live with the broken hearts and broken souls we are left with. we sacrifice our own happiness to make others smile. but in the process we lose ourselves. we extinguish the sparks in our eyes and the fire in our bellies in order to fuel the dreams of others. we are the people who laugh at the end of every sentence and place a smiley face at the end of every text, to make sure our friends don’t think we are mad when we say “I need to go.” we are the people with loud thoughts and quiet voices, refusing to speak our minds at the fear of hurting another’s feelings. we are the people who would give our own life to save a stranger.