I use to spend my nights dreaming of dreams that where miles away but ever since you left us I have spent my nights trying to catch those z's as if they were a Pokemon and I was Ash Ketchum but I'm all out of pokeballs and I'm all out of those pills that helped me sleep so now I'm sitting here thinking warm milk and ocean sounds will put me to rest but I can only sleep after I've drowned my sorrows in all this smoke or after I'm 10 shots in and if you were still here you'd smack that bottle out of my hand but now me and insomnia are bestfriends until the day it all ends and we are together once again
I can still remember my self happy my smile that I no longer have has disappeared over the years of you look at my pictures they've shown it also but not as much can be seen by looking at my pictures. The answers are deeper than that just ask my wrist oh if they could talk they would only say two words the same two words over and over that my pride refuses to let me say "I HURT". I tried I tried I tried I TRIED. So **** hard to stop the voices " "Worthless" "ugly" "mistake" "nothing" nothing stopped the voices I may have momentarily have gotten them to silence when I was with you to bad I tried to hard to stop the voices that night before I got to see you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY. For all the times you've cried for the times I never gave up my hoodie because I was afraid of what people would say about my wrist I'm sorry for all the nights that I have missed laying in my bed only to sit on the edge of it crying. After that day you looked me in my eyes and held me and cried and told me that you believe in me I still have the same pride that same smile I still have that same love for you that you no longer need but we both are okay with it now because I'm stronger thanks to you. I'm still that same kid that likes to have fun and smile and listen to good music so don't give up on me or shun me because you're seeing new traits in me because I AM still the same kid that you see in those pictures I JUST. Hurt.
How can something so dull and lifeless now be stained with a color so bright red for the night baby lets lay and stare at it all night until a shooting star comes in sight n a look of fright as it signals the end of our pain and the end of our happiness so I grab your hand this love won't end so let's close our eyes in the sights of death and say I love you with our dying breath cuz we are all that we have left
Love is a broken dinner plate Shattered, sharp, incomplete Each off the pieces can easily be fixed with time and patients Yet we still throw away that broken dinner plate, Because broken glass leaves cuts and pain, just like... Love.