It's so sad and frustrating when you try your hardest but people still don't find it good enough.

don’t mistake
salt for sugar
if he wants to
be with you
he will
it’s that simple

I feel like I’m drifting through life when I should be living it

i have a box,
and nobody knows.
or maybe the box has me,
but as i've said,
nobody really knows.

it's really just fine;
they can't get in,
inside this box,
this makeshift home,
to which i've become accustomed,
but never comfortable.

it's really just fine;
i can't get out,
but maybe one day,
maybe i'll be okay with that.
after all, no one can get in.

i have a box,
and it's really just fine,
i've decorated the insides
with scribbles and tally marks.
besides, no one really knows,
no one can get inside.

i have a box,
and it's really just fine,
some days i forget it's even there...
well, some minutes,
but that's close enough to days,
so the tally marks aren't as many,
but they're still. there.

i have a box,
and it's really. just. fine.
it's got a little window,
so i can see outside the box,
but when will i get to
think. outside. this box.
no one can see in the window,
so it's really just fine.

no one can see in the window,
no one can get inside,
and no one even knows about it,
so, though I have this box,
it's really. just.  **fine.

No matter where this life takes us, whether near or far
You'll always hold this special place embedded in my heart
No matter how much time may pass, even when we don't speak
I am with you always and I love you endlessly

i asked you to come home,
the place that i
believed that you
would always belong to,

i didn't know
that you found home
in someone else,

i didn't know
that you found a better place,
one where you no longer
needed me in your life,

i promised to
leave the outside light
on at all times,
even when you swore
that you wouldn't
be coming back,
but i was trying to
remain optimistic,

so the light will stay on
and, maybe, one day,
you'll find your way back to me

she loved him

and

he loved her

do you know what it feels like
not to recognize a thing?

the sound of my own voice has never been so distant
ive never felt so less selfish

she said
not to pity myself
i said
there is nothing to pity
i am fine
but everything else isn't

the incline is so much shorter than the fall
i wish i could physically touch
the thing holding me up

maybe then we wouldnt feel so far apart