you left
but still
you linger.

The best thing about a picture
is that it never changes
even when the people in it do.

I miss
the cries I never visited
the books I have never read
the hearts I have never broken
the tears I have never shed
I crave
for the love I never got
the thoughts I never had
the smile I never showed
the person I never was

"She wasn't just talking about her hair when she said she cut off her dead ends for growth."

-know scars will heal but were meant to bleed

-know who we were before who we had to be

-know that the demons are as unpredictable as the weather

-know when it seems like I'm all well dressed that just means how much I'm stressed

I'm walking on a tightrope that's between giving up and seeing how much more I can take.

"Autumn is beautiful,

yet everything is dying."

"is a house
where the chairs
have forgotten how to hold us
the mirrors how to reflect us
the walls how to contain us
Grief is a house that disappears
each time someone knocks at the door
or rings the bell
a house that blows into the air
at the slightest gust
that buries itself deep in the ground
while everyone is sleeping
Grief is a house where no one can protect you
where the younger brother
will grow older than the older one
where the doors
no longer let you in
or out."

It's hard when your always lying, drowning beneath the water

Always hiding what you feel

Not knowing what words that sing are truthful

Forgetting what is real

Sometimes I forget to laugh terrified someone might see

Yet society has the nerve to ask, "IS THIS WHO YOU WANT TO BE?"

So many feelings go unsaid and maybe that's why most people write

best when their either falling in love or falling apart.

I'm going to smile and make you think I'm happy

I'm going to laugh so you don't have to see me cry

I'm going to give so you can be who ever you want to be

I'm going to let you go in style

And even if it kills me

I'm going to smile

"For I smile at people passing by,
But they pretend they didn't see
The one thing so much worse than this that shakes me to the core
Is the only time they talk to me is to say,
"You should speak more."

What if after you die,

God asks you:

"So how was heaven?"

"She's the kind of high only a deep soul can get ****** to."

"He was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet."

"If you had cancer, would you yell at yourself for having cancer?"
                                                                                                     "No."
"Then why are you yelling at yourself for being depressed? Be gentle with yourself."