built to be torn grown and then chopped, we are. set up in a mainstream world blindly unaware that acceptance is just an illusion with false hype of great importance. with conformists scared of 'insanity' and shunning as the cure for all fear, individualism falls. society mindlessly pushes difference off a black and white cliff to decompose in a sea of acidic hate. just for being content with our oddities, we are shut down like the ignorant. oh, how unfortunate we are to be cursed with a brain.
we can love if you will kiss the needle just a little bit bigger- your image isn’t your most beckoning quality just a little bit thinner- we can sleep if you will follow just a little less brain- don’t stand loud love, it isn’t becoming just a little more tame// stand straight but think alike don’t stray or wander from the path ahead walk in unison and stay uptight basically, loveables are brain dead. you don’t belong here.
people always tell us who to be and who not to. to stay thin and keep our pretty mouths shut. we are to be superficial followers and we aren’t born for this world.
paint your words in the sky oh darling don’t let them shut you out cry out all your thoughts and scream your insanity for they can’t understand until they hear yes you’re different but truly beautiful you are and bright filled with drive and passion so paint your words as you would a picture and let your mind speak the chaos.
THEY make you feel special- and then leave as if you were nothing more than a bag of trash. THEY tear you down without even knowing it- slowly chipping away the pieces most prized to you. THEY sink you to the bottom- and only then do they leave so you’re left drowning; watching them float back up; wondering how they manage to be completely fine after wrecking your life. THEY lie and steal- parts of your heart and carry it with them as trophies of all the people they’ve hurt. THEY make empty promises- they seem solid, but in reality are nothing more than hot air. THEY are the **** of the earth- and they reel you, offering you the world knowing that’s exactly what they’re going to ***** from you...
i want to get away from everyone and go into solitude. i don’t want to run away for only seeing other places. i want to run away from all the sadness and despair that seems to follow me on every corner i turn. i want to run away in more ways than entering other physical cities. i want to run away from my train of thought and from my though processes alike. i want to stop feeling like i’m always the one that cares more; the one who has everything to lose. i want to stand out of body while watching life collapse instead of being thrown in the middle like an intuition to the destruction of all things orderly while others scorn what they don’t comprehend. for once, i’d like to get away- fro, the emotional, mental, physical, trials and stop being guilty of expecting the impossible.
it's hard to imagine that you're not here with me. it's even harder to imagine that you're with her.. does she know you? i don't mean your favorite color or your middle name- i mean does she really know you? does she know how you hate pizza sauce? or how the restaurants never get your simple hamburger order correct? does she know how you still listen to your dad's music or does she laugh at your style? does she put up with your sudden mood swings when you don't remember your medicine? when she reads your poems, does she admire your amazing vocabulary? i hope she knows how lucky she is. when you see rain, do you think of us dancing in it? do you think of me when you see roses or remember how you used to call me nicknames only we understood? do you think of me at all..? a part of me doubts it.
i can leave you alone. i won't text you or call you. i'll sit as far away as i can from you. i will no longer tell others of how you're mine. but the distance cannot stop my brain from recalling memories. all the distance on the couch cannot stop my eyes from wandering to your messy hair or piercing green eyes. it won't guard me from remembering your voice or how in love with you i am. a love as powerful as mine cannot be damaged by such a measly tool as the distance you want.
life full of meaning when your name enters my mind. screen of black lit up with your simple calling, a token of your thinking of me. smile spreads across and stomach becomes uneasy... i want to shout; shout it to the world this gut feeling. it whispers to me: "you love him. you're in love with him. tell him. tell him and he's yours." only i can't say anything. it's simply not my place to.
one of the hardest thing is loving someone you can't be with...
claiming i was yours wasn't the biggest lie you told me, giving me false security and sense of hope i was an amulet for your anger an amulet for your pride left on the ground all broken down with scars on my side
he has no clue that he's killing her he has no clue how much he means to her he has no clue that she would die for him, live for him, or **** for him he has no clue that she loves him and it's killing her in every single way