i haven't been writing lately, and i think that's a good thing. that there's nothing that is upsetting me. everything seems really good right now and i'm happy. of course there will be moments when i break down, but i can't help that. it will take time for me to heal from it, but i think that i'm moving in the right direction.
If I let myself I love deeply From within my bones I’d give it all But It takes time You have to be patient And you have to be willing to try hard I’m not the first box in the grocery store The one that all the kids touch The outside maybe be dented or scratched I am the box on the very inside Fresh from the factory No child has touched me No damage has been done The contents may be the same The taste won’t be any different But the quality will be higher If you want quality you know where to find me If not Enjoy the first box you can get your hands on
just wrote it but i don't feel like changing it/altering it so here ya go
It’s hard to talk about your feelings When you aren’t talented You don’t have the ability to explain yourself Through words Though pictures It’s hard to get people to understand To sympathize with you If you can’t explain it well enough For them to want to listen Practice can help sure But it seems that they only want to listen If you’re talented enough To express yourself in a way That could make a difference
Today, in about an hour 2 years ago… I lost you. I couldn’t control it And it definitely didn’t ever cross my mind That you would leave that way I dreamt of you coming back Of this being a hoax I never saw it coming Today, in about an hour 2 years ago… I lost someone very important to me And I have been struggling with it ever since
Since 2 summers ago, I have associated my art, With pain, How only on bad days, My art would be beautiful I would take the pain Of people coming and Then going And make something That didn’t hurt as much I have started To make my art Explain more about My life The good And the bad That way I can draw on a good day Or a bad day
Something can only embarrass you If you're ashamed Something can only hurt you If you care Sticks and stones, Can only break Fragile bones because Nothing else could ever hurt you