I fell disgusted as I fell a hand on my buttons.
In my town, this is no strange.
But today was different because the hand in my private place wasn't a big one but a small innocent hand of a 10-year-old smiling at me while still touching me.
And trust me, that touch was not in a childish way.

You are like the worst doctor
And I am the best patient
That is letting you do an open heart surgery
Without anesthesia.

Worst thing than being blinded by love
Is being blinded by friendship.

Today even if it was raining and dark
I could suddenly see a really beautiful and
bright light coming from everywhere I looked.
Life is getting better I guess.

Apparently nowadays
What you have makes you who you are.

I'm that girl.
The one who never talks.
The one who sits in the corner.
The one who just leaves and walks.
The one who is creepy.
The one no one sits by.
I'm great at pushing people away.
Even when I want them to stay.
So yeah I'm that girl that would
Take my life away.
Caused no one bothered to
Break down my walls and tell me
I'm needed today.

What is it like?
To fit in with everyone around you
To not feel so small
To not be too soft spoken

What is it like?
To have countless numbers of friends
To constantly have plans
To never feel alone?

What is it like?
To get close to people
To smile so genuinely
To laugh so full heartedly

What is it like?
To not be me

People look for monsters underneath their bed.
But what if I tell you that they live inside the mirror.

The blue of your eyes,
the red of your blood;
filled my purple little heart.

Some people don't need water to drown.
Their own tears are enough.

I tend to say sorry a lot.
Mostly because i feel like
everything is my fault.

There is no need for alcohol when I can get drunk just by looking into your eyes.

Autumn
is my favorite
season because
it's cool
with traces of
cinnamon
drifting off dying leaves and
through the air.

It's landscape
awash
with bright yellows and
warm reds, oranges.

It's like Autumn
is Mother Nature's
last effort
to give people
another reason to
stay
for a bit
longer.

Are you trying to protect me?

Or are you trying to protect yourself from me?

Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything and everyone we used to love?

And then she said,
"mirror mirror on the wall,
why can't everyone else look at me
the same way i see myself in you''.

And now that everything is great I'm just waiting for the storm to come and destroy my beautiful moment.
Sad I guess.

She is the beginning of your new adventure.
Meanwhile I'm here becoming just a memory of pain.

Life tries to **** us every day.
Yet we still try to love it.

I can understand you a little.
I guess she is better at making memories.

Some times to be the cure, you need to give up been cured.

The dark.
I used to be afraid of it once.
But now is the only peaceful place that accepts me.

The most beautiful symphony.
The sound of silence.

As the stars twinkle, I feel like they are waiting for me. Impatiently, hungry for my blood.
Like a thirsty vampire, in the night they come to let me know that I belong with them.
And I'm afraid that one day I will.

When i look at you, i feel like I'm in the middle of the ocean.
Because every time you move it feels like I'm drowning..

How do you want me to give my love to someone else if you took it all?

You said the world was full of all kind of colors.
And that I was the perfect canvas.
I believed you were the best artist.
But the only colors you used were black and red.

All of the books on my shelf.
All the books I have not read.
All of the stories I have never lived.
All they do is impress.
All I ever wanted was you.
All you ever needed was them.
All I desire is a literature lover like you.
Yet all I have is hope.
Because where there is love,
Hope is too.

The world changes when you start believing in your own story.

There's an evil, selfish part of me
that doesn't want my scars to fade.
It's that part of me that smiles
when it sees the 'progress' I've made.

It lives in the back of my mind
where my conscience goes to cry.
There are too many spiders to see
it's where my monsters go to die.

And that dark place, however
may just be the reason that I'm alive.
It told me the scars were beautiful
when I thought I wouldn't survive.

It also told me,
that I'd look pretty in red.
That as the blood poured down my arm,
It said I'd look much better dead.

People say "don't judge a book by the cover".
But they judge music by its language.