I could just text you




It would be so easy



click
click
click




Instant words




Right on your screen




Telling you to come home



But I’m scared
I’m scared that....


Once you become real,
I can’t just make up in my head
What you’ll do
What you’ll say

And I’ll actually have to deal with
Your decisions
Whether they affect me positively
Or not

I scream and cry
I live and die
You think I’ve gone insane
And I know why

My life is a mess
Full of darkness and gloom
And all you have done
Is lock me in this room

My arms struggle
To break free of this jacket
And I bang on the walls
Wishing I had a hatchet

You know you could do more to help
But you just sit and stare
These asylums will be full soon enough
Because craziness is certainly not rare

You can’t just think you look beautiful

You must feel beautiful

Dear angry girl,

     Just because someone made you angry doesn’t mean you have to show it. Showing your frustration gives them more reason to taunt you.
                                       Love you always,
                                                Lala♥️

I feel like I’m dormant
Everyone knows that I am alive
But inside,
I’m showing no signs of life
And I’m just sitting
Waiting for someone, anyone
To bring me
Back
To
Life

I am my words
I am my thoughts
I am who I am
And I show it

I am a girl
I am strong
I will hurt you
If you hurt someone I love

I am Lilah-Eve
That is my name
I am who I am
Don’t you dare give me shame

How is it
That even when you’ve just woken up
After staying up ‘till midnight
You look like an ******* angel?

How is it
That even after we fight
And I’m still shaking
You’re as cool as a cucumber?

And
How is it
That even when I’m at my lowest
You manage to lift my spirits
With your undying love?

i picked a rose today.
off a bush
that sits underneath
my childhood window.
the thorn poked into my skin.
i watched as the blood started to trickle
down my finger.
i stood there and pondered.
which one holds the most beauty?
the rose that i just picked,
that will be put into a jar and wilt away?
or the blood spewing out of my finger
as a reminder that i’m still alive.