Right in the middle of my chest is my heart. It's beating. Since the day I was born. Since the day I met you.

Sometimes you are happy, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants you to hear it. It wants you to see it.

Sometimes you are sad, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants you to feel loved. It wants you to feel happy.

Sometimes you don't know the way, so I can hear my heart beating in my chest. It wants to break through. It wants to guide you. It wants to be your light.

But you don't care.
You use my heart and beat it up.
You use my heart and leave it.
You use my heart and break it.
You use my heart until it's bleeding, so I can't hear my heart beating in my chest.
It's beating so low.

Am I alive anymore?

Lying here alone. In an empty room. Thinking about you.
I never saw you. I never met you. I never spoke to you.
But my heart is calling for you. My eyes are looking for you. My mind is dreaming of you.

But I am a stranger to you.

You never saw me. You never met me. You never spoke to me.
But still, my heart is callling for you.

It's aching with loneliness.

The day we'll meet, you will know my name. You will know my story. You will know my pain.
But 'till that day comes, I am lying here alone.
In an empty room.
Thinking about you.

the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

I don't pay attention to the
World ending.
It has ended for me many times
And began again in the morning.

The day that I lost you
I didn’t think I’d survive
But I’m all buds and blooms now
Watch me thrive

If it was possible..
I would exchange my heart,
With an eve bark...
So that someone will write,
Something this beautiful about it.

Words,
When I can't say them, I write them
And when I write, I am consumed
in the beauty of written expression.

Words,
so often taken for granted
Yet these are my saving grace
Written words are my therapy.