Curse my sense of touch.
Because of it, I wouldn't have thought that the feeling of being in your arms felt like I was finally home.

Curse my sense of smell.
Because of it, I inhaled your aroma when I hugged you; it's addictive.

Curse my sense of hearing.
Because of it, I was able to hear your voice and every time you spoke it was so soothing and intriguing.

Curse my eyes.
Because of them, I was able to see your beautiful face.

Curse my mind, for keeping you there all the time
And curse my heart, for thinking you were the one.

'It is in finding yourself that you will be able to find joy in this world...'*

But how can I ever find myself when I've been left in maze without a compass or map?

I'm afraid of making mistake, I'm afraid of saying something wrong
So that's why I don't talk whenever you're around.
But at the same time, if I don't ever talk to you or tell you how I feel,
Isn't that making a mistake too?

Why can't I get you off my mind?
Your name plays over and over in
my head all the time
I can't seem to think about something other than you
I love you, that's true
But why does the thought of you make me sad and blue?

"You're very quiet," he says.
"You don't speak much, do you?" He says.

Darling, I've got a lot too say;
I'm just afraid of making a mistake.

I love you
I don't need you
My heart can't seem to decide
My mind can't seem abide to one side
Love is a confusing, devastating, beautiful ride

I have walked a long way, have made a long journey
At the beginning of my voyage there was a smooth road ahead of me
I thought that this was going to be easy
But oh, how wrong was I.
Later boulders and rocks made me fall and scrape my knees
I began to bleed
But I got up and said I was going to complete this journey.
Later I encountered rainstorms that left me damp
Earthquakes that shook the whole world around me
Wild fires that left me burnt
Blizzards that left me freezing
And hurricanes that desroyed everything
And again I fell, but I couldn't let it stop me
Then a mounatin came into view
And I started to climb
I fell once, I fell again, and I thought I was going to die
But I decided to give it one more try
And finally I made it to the top and saw the sunrise
But I looked ahead and saw that this journey wasn't done just yet...
I looked at my scars from the past and remembered what I've completed and what brought me to today
So I put a smile on my face and continued, because I knew I was going to be okay.

Mistakes.
Yeah, we're all humans and we're not perfect so they're normal
But thing is I keep making them every single time.
It's like someone telling you to not go through this certain path because there's a hole, and you see the hole and you assure them that you won't, but that's the first thing you do.
You then get out of the hole, but you keep going through that same path again.
And that's me. I keep going through that path and falling and getting out, falling and getting out, until one day I'll  fall again and won't be able to climb back out.

Oh, why do we keep thinking  
About those who did us wrong?
Why do we still want them in our lives?

Stuck in my own misery
The twists and turns never seem to end
I can't find my way out of this labyrinth of sadness

Am I suffering from my own imagination
Or am I suffering from actual reality?

I can't distinguish the differences anymore.

For you I've cried tears
Rivers of tears
That turned into oceans of tears
In which I have drowned in their sadness in which they came with.

I was in the dark
And my sightless eyes touched something sharp
I kept on trying grab it
Didn't know how much pain it caused me
Until I decided to turn on the light
And saw all the blood on my hands

You may see the bright
In my eyes, but the truth is
I feel dead inside.

Your mouth- the gun.
Your voice- the trigger.
Your words- the bullets,

The bullets that have broken my heart, my mind, and my soul.

I used to like being alone because I had time to think.

Now I fear being alone, because there's too many things on my mind.

All those memories of you are being washed away
But sooner or later they find their way back to shore.

Why do we spend our time thinking of those who won't even take a second to think about us?

Why do waste all our love on people who won't even give us the smallest piece of their hearts?

Why do we even have the slightest hope in them?

Why do we even think that they're worth missing?

To you I was nothing...
I was nothing but a single flower in a garden
I was nothing but a small star in a galaxy
I was nothing but a line in a book
I was nothing but a single blade of grass in a field
I was nothing but a small speck in a grand piece of art
I
was
nothing

My heart is like a butterfly
So thin
So delicate
So fragile
And also like a butterfly I have wings
So I'll fly away if you don't catch me

"You deserve more than him," they said.

"There's someone better for you," they said.

But, what if that 'someone better' never comes
And he's the best that I'll ever have?

So many "what ifs" left unanswered
That they start to **** me slowly inside

Why do I even care so much about you?*

The hardest question I've ever asked myself,
And still cannot find the answer to.

Words can hurt,
But the silence kills me.