I still have feelings for you and no matter how many times I tell myself that I'm better off without you, a part of me just won't let go i can't forget you, i can't forget us, i can't forget our memories, i can't forget the old you.

My heart grows Heavy
It beats its self to sleep
each and every night
Alone and in the dark
Afraid to even live
I hear a broken heart
Beating in the dark
I hear a lonely voice
Telling me " you will die alone"
I toss and turn in bed
Feeling will this ever change
I hope to feel loved once a
in the shadows of my world
Feeling lost with out true love
Help me uncover my hidden heart

Hug me until i feel okay. Hug me because the pain goes away between your arms
Hug me because between your arms i feel safe,
I swear i never felt that way.
Hug me and tell me everything is going to be okay
Hug me and tell me that you will always be there for me
Hug me and tell me how beautiful i was yesterday
Hug me and tell me that you want me as much as I want you.
Hug me and tell me about your fears
Hug me and tell me how much i am important
Hug me and tell me how much you love me.

The low self esteem I have always tells me that I’m replaceable and not good enough so I dont even bother worrying. I dont worry but I suffer in silence
its a fire burning inside and a lie I keep telling over and over again.Who am I to feel that way?
Right
I’m a no one and nothing

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve.
Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

To my younger self,
I am sorry for not always standing up for you.
I’m sorry I let you think that at times you weren’t enough. I’m sorry I let you believe that you needed to change. I am sorry that I didn’t tell you that you didn’t need to be like anyone else. I’m sorry that I allowed you to be afraid of yourself; to be afraid of living life authentically. I’m so sorry that I let you fear yourself.
I’m sorry that I allowed you to believe that your worth was determined by the number of people who liked you and by the grades you received on your report card.
I am sorry that I didn’t stop you from hiding in the shadows. I’m sorry I didn’t encourage you to instead let your voice be heard. I’m sorry I prevented you from living loudly and freely. I’m sorry I never told you that you were enough, or that you were whole and complete.
I’m sorry.
Although it might not seem like much, I can promise you that I am here now. I promise that I will do my very best to make up for all of the times I didn’t take care of you in the ways that I should have.
But I do hope you understand that I was trying; that I never stopped trying. I always had faith in you.
I hope you know that I never intentionally put you down or tried to hurt you. I hope you know that despite how I may have treated you, you have still lived a beautiful life this far. You have still been compassionate and courageous, and free in your own incredible ways. I hope you know that no matter what mistakes I made, I will always look back on your life with nothing but fondness and pride.
But from today and on, I promise that I will support you. I promise that we will finally be on the same team.
I promise that I will tell you that you are valuable, and that for the most part, I will truly believe it.
From today on I will raise you up higher than I ever have before, and when you fall down, I will not let you stay down. I will lift you back up, again and again and again.
From today and on, I will be your friend.

I don't fear death so much as I fear its prologues: loneliness, decrepitude, pain, debilitation, depression, senility. After a few years of those, I imagine death presents like a holiday at the beach

everything I touch 
with my heavy hands,
shatters at some point, 
and 
it is what I end, 
picking up. 
Its why I always end up with 
broken 
and 
bleeding hands.