Behind my lovely smile my so called funny jokes my innocent stare another world lives in a world only made of fear and regrets tears and guilt it's a hell inside
don't keep quiet. go, and tell your story. sing it from the rooftops and shout it from the mountaintops. write it in the sky, tattoo it on your skin and braid it in your hair; tell your story. don't let it go unheard, because there is wonder in your story, there is grace in your redemption, because your words are stepping stones to freedom. tell your story.
i injected caster sugar into my veins and i’m still waiting for the high to hit. i drew a smiley face on the desk at school and they called me a delinquent and i think they overreacted a bit, and they said that dreamers never go anywhere in life, but i’m writing this on the moon.
I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise, But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise. I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day, Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.