your voice is slowly fading your words too far to remember clearly but the discussion between your fingertips and my skin, still blazes wildly keeping me up at night like a moth to a flame.
i drew a flower today and the longer i stared the more it wilted into individual penmarks ugly and random like stains on a white shirt unphased by the wash
i looked in the mirror today and the longer i stared the more i noticed the slant of my nose the scars on my cheek ugly and random like stains on a mattress unphased by the eyes of another
I want to beat my mind Whenever I feel scared I want to beat my mind Whenever I feel sad I want to beat my mind Whenever I feel angry I want to beat my mind Whenever I feel stuck
I want to drag myself over the trenches I want to push myself through the rain I want to force my eyes upon the good things in life I want to fly myself to the future
This is what's keeping me back. Me. And I intend to change that, one change at a time.
I want to beat my own mind.
emotions are amazing, but I've came to accept that often I let them hold me back.
I’m tired I’m tired of you I’m tired of me I’m tired of waking up every day, of this persistent exhaustion that never leaves I’m tired of telling you I’m simply tired when what I really mean is that I’m tired of being alive. Tired of living in this foreign body in this broken world But you wouldn’t understand So I’ll just say I’m tired
Unfinished notes, Unheeded lessons, Distracted mind, Stolen glances, Fantasies in the day, Dreams at night, Chasing a lost cause, Lovelorn. Two years later, I’m still only two benches away from you, Yet you are a thousand miles away.