Think about it this way, love. I know you hurt bad and I know they broke your heart. So. Many. Times. But think about it this way, they were just standing in your way. Because one day, my love, you will find the other half of your broken heart and they knew that they would never be able to be fit.
It's quite mad, Falling in Love, We purposely Let things get out Of control. We purposely surrender And open our Heart for this person. See, this is torture, Subjecting yourself to All the pain that Comes with them, But does all that matter If you're in love?
A friend asked me how to be a writer. I wanted to say, lock yourself in a room, scream until you have a poem and no voice. Open your veins and bleed until you know that your bones are pure words and sorrow. Act as if you slit your own throat and all you can bleed are your own regrets and all of the darkness you boxed up for inspiration. Write your mom a letter, tell her you're leaving and you won't be back for awhile Because being a writer is traveling through all seven layers of **** and denying anything is wrong. Forget loving yourself when all you have is a pen and paper fused to your wrist and Jesus is tapping at your skull saying turn back now. Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning It's just your soul clawing at the front door trying to get in. Learn how to be alone. Learn how to lose everything you have in order to feel release, learn how to only feel deceased from now on. A friend asked me how to be a writer. All I said was don't
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care a I m I'm locked inside a cage m a that I built myself p f But I can't get out a a I can't escape t i from my own mind h l e u Help me t r I'm trapped i e c I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done