Sad people always try to make those around them feel happy and loved, because they know how bad it feels to be sad and alone.

Before I met you

There were spaces in my head
Even my demons were scared to touch

There were parts of me so cold
Even the sun couldn’t warm

There was a side so dark
Even the stars couldn’t illuminate

You were never scared to crawl in my head, warm my heart, and light up my darkness.

If I could wake up tomorrow
And be someone new
I’d hope to be someone
That didn’t care about you

A person who wakes up
And smiles at the sun
Not a recluse
That hides from fun

Someone who looks in the mirror
And values themself
Not insecure
Loathing herself

I wish to be someone
Free as a bird
Not someone who cares
What others have heard

But when I wake up
I will still be me
Hoping and wishing
One day I’ll be free