You aren’t on my mind every second It’s not that I’m always thinking of you I simply get reminded of you You are all hidden throughout my world And each reminder makes me think of you Multiple times through my day And with each Comes a little bit of hope A little bit of calm Little bit of you A little bit of love
E I hear you in every song that instills in me hope and love In ever word that comforts my crying eyes I see you in every elephant, real or statue, In every saxophone In every street corner with skid marks from drifting I feel you in every hug, Every hand hold In every laugh And in every tear. You are in every day that I’m happy to be alive
Frenchy You’re present in every day, mostly literally, but sometimes not I see you in every frenchy fry In every meme, especially bert and Ernie In everything Disney In twinkling Christmas lights In dorky posts that fangirls over friends In every friendship I observe I I hear you in every song that makes me jam And every situation where it’s hard to make a decision In every dog bark or cat meowing I feel you in every fuzzy blanket, sock, or hoodie In every cuddle, or jumping puddle You are in everyday that gives me a sense of pure joy or child like wonder
In every thing that brings me joy, in every day that I’m alive, in every sound that brings with it a memory, you are there. I may not think of you at every second But I promise you You’re with me in every day. I don’t know how many different ways there are to love a person But I think you two are my favourites.
I reach my small arms out for you crying because of how much missed you but my arms are bound at my sides like glue my crying isn't heard fore my mouth is gagged too my I love you's go unheard instead you use words to beat me black and blue you shove me in a corner to think about what I've done but what did I do? I learn soon what is true that you don't understand You never really will all you care for is yourself who cares if I skip my pill no longer will I trust you with the thoughts that plague me For when you hear them all you do is yell why do you hate me
I am me "I accept you" Who is me though? "You're you" I think that I might be *** "That's ok I accept you" I don't know who I- "Just don't tell your dad" But I- "And don't be too open about it" I don't think I like who I am "Don't say that" I feel repressed "Stop looking for attention" I don't think *** is the right term for me "whatever just don't be in everyone's face about it" I have a girlfriend now "just make sure you two aren't obvious in public" I want to die sometimes "if you don't accept help now they won't fix you enough and eventually no one will help you" I- "You're fine" I am me But I don't know who that is
Oh yeah. I forgot I saved this as a draft. But yeah. This gives you a teeny tiny idea of how it feels trying to communicate with my mother.
I searched for innocence it was not there I looked for respect it didn't care I needed warmth and got the cold I yearned for youth yet felt so old I asked for honesty it told me lies I wanted life but it had died