how can i walk
a mile in your shoes
when they haven't
even left the
shoe-box?

thoughts have
a way of being
your only friend
when no one else
is there to hear
you talk. they're
the kind of friend
who criticizes your
choices, even if they
may be the right ones,
and the ones who tear
apart all shreds of
self confidence you
once had. in the end,
you think your thoughts
are a good friend, but in
reality, they're you biggest
enemy.

happy people
become unhappy
when they begin
to question why
they were happy
in the first place

if the one you love,
makes you hate yourself,
then their not doing a good
job of loving you

you my
dear are
injured in
the worst
way

life's
struggles
broke both
legs, and
now alcohol
is your crutch