You call me sunshine
and there are days I'd believe it,
but others I don't.

When my mind is so cloudy
I can't think at all
or when I process far too much
and it clashes in thunderous claps,
or when my tears block my view,
pouring, dribbling into its final trickle,
you say it.
How could you call me sunshine then?

You mean to say that behind all that,
nothing changes?
Surely an object cannot be an object if its properties change.

Yet you have the audacity to say otherwise,
that I can still be sunshine even when the night has fallen,
and the stars take my place,
because who else would illuminate the moon had it not been true?

So maybe I'll believe you.

I saw you smoking,
one of those old cigarettes.
didn't know what you were thinking
but your face said regrets.
But me being me,
turned myself to ash
cause we all know how fast love
will run quick and dash.
You stomped on the one that was dangling on your lip
This is where my common sense should of took grip.

Because you love as it suits you,
no mutual affection.
But stupid me.
thinking i could be a
correction.

People judge her cause her knees have hit the floor more times to please a man that she barely even knows, than being knelt down in prayer praising a God who's works are knows. The insides of her palms know drugs, better than they've ever known prayer. She proclaims her love to men that she means nothing too, more times that she's told her own mother that she loves her. She holds on to men tighter than she's ever hugged her daughter. Reciting rap lyrics like its nothing, ask her to recite the 'our father' and she"s stuttering. Truth is.. she had to grow up too quick. Always fallen the victim to someone else opinions, truth is she just always fallen.

My favourite relaxation method is *apathy