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Davy Jun 2015
Words, either the most beautiful things or the deadliest weapon.
Words, they can lift someone up when they're down or bring someone down when they're up.
Words, they can mend a broken heart or break a complete heart.
Words, capable of both healing and hurting, loving and hating.
Words, they can be your best friend or your worst enemy.
Davy Jun 2015
Looking into the mirror, I see this 'ideal image' of myself.
I see a happy young boy without a tear-stained face, enjoying life without any worries.
Unfortunately, the real me is the complete opposite....

Looking into the mirror, I wanna grab ahold of the 'ideal me', pulling him out of it, and place myself in it, so that I can finally live life without any worries.
Davy Jun 2015
I see her everyday,
I talk to her everyday.

I see her everyday, yet she feels like a complete stranger. She's always smiling, yet I sense the sadness in her smile.
She always says she's okay, but I hear the sadness in her voice. Her eyes, the gateway to her soul.
Her soul, filled with little creatures ******* away her happiness.
She's had these bugs for years, yet I haven't noticed them at all.
I have known her for many years, yet I don't know her at all.
Davy Jun 2015
Here I am, laying in my bed at 3am in the morning.
My mind went to sleep hours ago, but my eyes are wide open.
My mind went to sleep hours ago, yet thoughts race through my mind like formula 1 cars. Thoughts race through my mind, and they keep me wide awake.
All I want is you here in my arms and I need you to make the thoughts go away, so we can fall asleep together, holding eachother.
Davy Jun 2015
The moonlight reflects on the motionless puddle of water in front of me. The lights leaves an undefined shadow figure on the brick wall next to me. The figure is shapeless, just a lump. A pointy, rocky lump. Like a **** of clay, waiting to be molded into a proper shape or figure, I too wait for someone to take me for the shapeless **** of clay I am and mold me into the thing I want to be: human.
Davy Jun 2015
Why?
Why is it so hard?
Why is it so hard for people to just look at others without judgment?
Why is it so hard for those people to just respect others, no matter what race, religion, *** or whatever?

I'm glad I'm not part of that group, I'm glad I know how to give respect and I'm glad that I don't have to feel guilty about hurting others by calling them ugly or stupid or whatever.

I'm glad I'm part of that small group of people that actually tries to be respectful in this cruel, cold world.
Davy Jun 2015
The heart, a powerful thing, yet so fragile. It's capable of loving hundreds of people, it can cause forgiveness and compassion. Yet, it only takes 1 simple word to break that powerful thing into thousands of pieces, causing millions of tears to be shed.
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