If, at the end of my life, you were to ask me about the one thing I loved the most I would answer "Breathing" because it was the one thing that never left all that I have ever truly known is the air in my lungs and the ground at my feet
I looked at you and I knew I was not magnificent but then you turned to face me and your eyes convinced me otherwise the way you looked at me so quizzically attempting to figure out the patterns in my eye movements and the slight shape my lips take when I said "hello" it's beautiful really the way you set your jaw when you concentrate
Have I never told you before?
you are so deep and I don't think I ever want to reach the bottom I would jump I would fall if I could find an edge if I could only find an edge
Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.
Do not feel bad, my tears are just watering the gardens in my skin these scars are only reminders that I was once alive And I know the fire inside me threatens to explode
A word to the wise: When I tell you that I woke up at 4 am It doesn't mean I couldn't sleep It means I'm miserable It means I hurt And I guess I've brought this on myself Seeing as though I just wanted a hug But arms are never long enough to reach me When I need it most I know I'm awful And when you tell me to smile It feels wrong on my mouth sometimes You seem to get exasperated telling me I look beautiful In the pictures that I'm taking Just to show you I'm together In my eyes being broken can not touch the face of beauty And you say its to early to be sad But you don't know its already been 5 Hours How I've already fought back tears While you Were still asleep Depression doesn't choose a time of day Usually I didn't want to tell you but now the minutes we're apart Scream We've been wasted When all I wanted was a hug And you just wanted a smile
I used to have a philosophy Much like mass I thought pain was neither created nor destroyed Merely transferred from one to another Constantly circling And I thought if I hurt it would take away the pain of others
Before I went to sleep I would curl up in a ball imagining that I was taking the pain out of a child's scraped knee, or giving peace to a man's last breath, or saving you from a couple more tears I slept with a smile on my face