Have you ever been in love?
I know it’s an utterly ridiculous question, but it makes you think doesn’t it?
Have you ever stayed up till the dead of dawn talking to someone about nonsense?
Wake up to the thought of them, even when it seems hard to get out of bed?
Cried your eyes out about meaningless problems that will one day past, but have them be the light that guides you out of the glum tunnel?
Laughed for no reason just because it seems like a dream to be in love and have someone actually feel the same back?
Not care what others thought about who you love, and at the end of the day stand up for who you are and what you believe in?
Be oblivious to the past that lingers in the depths of them, because what mattered was not in the past but in the present?
Be struck with the fact that for once in your life, you were genuinely content.

m.d.

I stare at you across the room,
Just sitting there.
The look on your face is peaceful,
And ever so still.

I sit here
And I think about us;
Everything we've been through.
I want to walk away,
And leave you and the memories behind.
But I know that never works
Because I've tried it a thousand times.

We swore we'd be friends until we died;
That no matter what happened
We would find our way back to each other.

I stare at you across the room,
Knowing what I have to do.
In order to move on
I have to let go of the memories
And you.

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This emptiness inside
Is killing me.
This feeling of not belonging
To anything or anyone.
Knowing that there is no one
Who cares about me,
Who loves me.
I can't help but wonder
If I should just leave;
Leave this life
Of misery and heartache;
Because no matter what I do,
It isn't getting better
And I'm not going to wait around forever
To see if it does.

I write on anything.
It's an obsession.
I look around and I dig deep into my thoughts.
I write and pour my thoughts on cheap, crumpled pieces of paper.
Then throw it away.
Along with my past.

m.d.

The struggle inside
Is more real then ever.
It's beginning to surface
On the outside,
And it's almost impossible
To hold it together.
People always ask me
Why I look so tired;
Little do they know that
My soul is on fire,
Slowly burning away on the inside,
Until one day
There is nothing left to burn.

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