The world is really only what we perceive it to be. I honestly believe nothing to be real. Only figments of a broken or even insane mind. How do we know what to believe when every other word leaving our lips is a lie.
Whether we lie to eachother, or even lie to ourselves, the world just continues to be an overflowing bucket of lies.
Like when a loved one dies, people say, time heals, or, it gets better, and we all say we're okay, but peel a layer back only to find pure misery beneath.
Because no matter how we try to mask the pain, with false attempts at moving on, and living in their memory,
You never stop missing them,
You never stop blaming yourself,
And not even for a second, do you stop wondering, if they knew how you really felt, and that all the anger was just emotion,
and as the saying goes, you really don't know what you got, till its gone,
and there really is no such thing, as moving on,
Sure, you pick up where you left off, and pretend you know how to move on, but they never leave your mind, ever, no matter what you do to get them out of your thoughts, they stay there.
Haunting your memory, and absolutely, no matter what you do, they'll never leave. Its a never dying presence of sorrow, that eats away at you, while theres nothing you can do to stop or even slow the process.

Hooked on self destruction,
my mind was a tragedy at best,
but something in the back of my head,
says something different than the rest,
the small part of my mind,
in which hope lives,
the small part of me,
that believes life is meant to be lived,

Who cares about my past,
all the stupid **** I've done,
the best thing to do, to turn it all around,
is live in the now,
forget about all the things I've said,
about being a pessimistic nothing,
I'm kinda starting to realize,
I more than a bit of a something.

I am alone here,
in the insanity that is my mind,
in the storm of thought that beat blindness into my eyes,
for you never really know, what there is to see,

All the sudden,
my voice runs dry,
like a lone wolf in the night, who has forgotten how to cry,
and there is no one here to dry these tears,
but myself,
and I have forgotten how my hands work,
yet I sit here and write,
curious in the making I do say,

How do we know what to believe,
for it seems honesty isn't the lastest fashion,
people would rather persuade you with useless distractions,
cycling you to believe what you hear,
never seeing whats really there..

I do say,
I am alone here,
with only this pen,
some paper,
and newborn tears.

Today you asked me,
what it is that I love most,
well I answered quite honestly you see,
but the answer I gave wasn't quite complete,

I love you,
the way you speak,
the way you look at me,
I love everything,
quite simple you see,
my darling, you complete me,

The way the sun shines in the daytime,
the way the stars complete the night sky,
and twinkle as the night goes by,
and the way I would love for you to hold me in the night,

The simplicity of the the way the sky is blue,
and as night falls, fades to black,
the way the tide rolls in, and retracts back,
my love for you is what keeps me going,

Staring up at the night sky,
I continue to realize,
that I can't picture myself,
without you,

It's just not something I can do,
its like a foreign concept,
you've been in my life for more than half a year,
and may I say my life has never been better,

I've said it before and I'll say it again,
you healed me,
you were the one to make me see,
the constant pain wasn't healing me,

Back to the point though,
have I told you I love you?
because I do,
you and only you.