Step one:
Find a river wide enough to swallow your worries whole.
Stand still. Let it try.

Step two:
Lean against the yellow-black rail, or any rail.
Stare into the distance like you’re the main character —
brooding. Very important.
Bonus points if the sky looks like it’s thinking about raining
but hasn't committed.

Step three:
Spot the lone boat drifting — slow, aimless —
like it has nowhere to be
and all the time to get there.
(Envy it quietly.)

Step four:
Think about texting someone:
"Met a river today. It's got more emotional stability than me."
Decide against it. Let the joke drift away
like the boat.

Step five:
Let the wind mess your hair.
Let the quiet mess your thoughts.
Let the river win.

Congratulations.
You've successfully crossed a bridge without actually going anywhere.

I hope we’ve learned patience.
Not just how to wait,
but how to be in the waiting.

I hope we’ve stayed close
to the people who see us clearly,
and stopped running from the good
before it has a chance to hold us.

For the love of all things good,
please—
stop
holding
back
just because you’re scared
you won’t get it perfect
on the first try.

You are not a god.
No one expects that of you.

I hope we are finally living,
really living—
because I’m tired
of always feeling
like we’re dying
in the name of survival.

Smirk to the left side of my face,
                                                            Smir­k to the right side of my face.
                                        Now, it's symmetrical.
You thought pain breaks me, no.
                                                             You thought that would **** me, nah.
                                             It only makes me stronger.

Laughing my *** off for your assuming talent. Believe me I tried, but when I heard it, it sounded out quite hilarious.

Harder =)
Better ;)
Faster :)
Stronger • • •

If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.

There’s a worse pain than being utterly alone in this world,
Far worse,
Being surrounded by people who do not hear your pain,
Do not want to hear it,
They are there, sure,

They listen carefully to your words,
They hear you cry, and cry,
Begging for help, or mercy,
But they say nothing,
As if you were silence,

Expressing your pain, only to be met with a wall of silence,
Is the deepest kind of wound,
Because it confirms what you always knew,
That, in the end,
You don’t matter.

I wish we never met
Even if fate led us there.
I wish we never talked
Even if the words came easy.
I wish we let silence win
Even if the conversation pulled us in.
I wish we never saw the signs
Even if they glowed so bright.
I wish we never felt that spark
Even if it burned so right.

But everything happened
And still, I wish I could turn back time
Even if I would never know you at all.

They don't understand how I can't control my need to
Pull
Scratch
Tap
Bite
Pinch
Rock
Pick
&
Fidget
Constantly
Because
I just need to,
To not implode.