I was such a nice kid. I was calm all the time. Mature for my age, Little but so lively.
I was so helpful. So loyal. I always supported my trust. But I never really spoke my mind.
I was shy. I was small. I never stood up for my feelings I never stood up for myself.
And now I'm older. I realize I don't need support. I need myself. I need confidence.
Speaking your mind is not wrong. Standing up for your feelings isn't rude. Standing up for yourself isn't mean. Saying what you feel doesn't make you imperfect.
No one's perfect. Not even them. The ones you hate for being so amazing. Maybe she has anxiety. Maybe his mom is alcoholic.
No one has a perfect life. There's not one perfect family in the world. There is not a person in the world who's perfect. There's not a person who doesn't have one bit of strife.
But just because you aren't perfect. Doesn't make you less worth it. You're amazing. You're still charming, kind, and strong.
You're just more experienced. You just understand some more things now.
And maybe, just maybe, You just aren't as shy anymore.
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I ran. Not knowing what else to do There was so much blood on my hands It was mine The kitchen knife Caught in my chest Guilt Consumed by Fear I was heightened by Adrenaline But running on Wasn’t enough While trying to stay calm, Losing control It was me that would end up Dead. Because He was In front of me The whole time It was too late Trapped I found myself Locked in chains My fate was Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective. Backward: from the murderers perspective.
not sometimes, not constantly. well i'm not too sure. maybe..
i feel like i'm constantly being dragged in every direction, the stars are plucking at my hair like strings. and my mind- it seems to wander, goes anywhere else but where i need it to be.
i will never understand why my feet forget how to walk sometimes, no they're not judging the way you walk- well, now, maybe. i'm not breathing that loudly- stop it you know how to breathe, now you can't catch your breath.
i will never understand why my eyes flicker to find people who i assume are looking or thinking about me. no one cares.
I'm not a saint I must confess When I'm done I hope of me You won't think any less
It started when I was 19 years old When I decided It would be fun To swing on a strippers pole
Now it was fun I'll admit that's a fact But the happiness I portrayed Was all just an act
Next on the wheel of disaster Alcohol was the the slave I sought to master In the end I found It was not the answer
Along came the drugs 1.. 2.. 3.. 4 I tried them all And maybe a few more But I just ended up lying In a pool of blood on the floor
All my friends And family I left behind Just so I could lose myself In my own mind After a while the way I was living Lost it's shine And eventually I had to draw the line
So from the dark Drug filled place I found a brighter Cleaner head space
One where everything wasn't wrong And where I truly felt I belong
Now I live a life That is clean and pure Cause from that mess I found the cure She is cute and sweet It is her I adore She gave me a reason to live for.
When will you know That your heart is very so Needy And if you should ever wonder If you made a blunder Ask yourself "Did I make a mistake?" "I need a double-take." Forgive me. You're going to miss me Then you'l finally see Your big mistake