We accept it, so unselfishly.
We cherish it, with all honesty.
Sometimes takes it for granted.
After taking time to plant it in another.

What we should do?
Is return it back.
Without debating it.

Something wee mainly do.
When deciding who to give it too.

We just should return it back.
Cause this, what love makes you do?

i'm going to die one day isn't that weird

the world existed long before me and it will continue to exist long after me and that's just it

and then i will come back as whatever i will be in the next life and bless the world with my undying soul

this body is a vessel and really you can't get rid of me 

take that, haters

i’m afraid. i’m absolutely terrified of losing you. i assume things. these ******* scenarios replay in my head like a broken record every second of every ******* day and sometimes i convince myself that they’re real. they broke me, everyone in my past. they completely shattered me. i try so hard to find the courage to trust people but every time i have it just gets torn down again. why am i so stuck in the past? i visit the past so frequently that sometimes days, even weeks will pass and i won’t realize it because i’m trapped in this nightmare of a mind. this is a new form of self-mutilation, and it’s killing me quicker than when my skin was opened, quicker than when my wrists were slammed against the table corner, and hell, even quicker than when i swallowed a fist full of pills every day to give me the numbing high so i could bear the real world. i am weak. i may have “recovered” from physically injuring myself but i’ve got this new method and it seems to be staying for good. you know, the sick part is, that somewhere deep inside of me, i must like it. it acts as a shield. constantly having your guard up is a lovely way to live until you take a peek into reality and see that you’re slowly killing off the people who truly care about you. i am selfish. i am weak. and i am so, so sorry.

I'm a youth for a steal
In a euphoric feel.
I'm a chameleon of night
Under a stark heel of light.
Bear my blade of ecstasy
Now swiftly put a hex on me,
As these weak lucid seams
Rip for crude cupid dreams.
I'm a contemplative neural native,
I cant shake it, can you fake it?
Break it.

Conversations with myself
Remnants of

Fleeting words
Leaving me pummeled
In their tracks.

I stand there in a dark room wondering where I am.. afraid of the dark and the weird  noises that I hear from afar... My mind begins to race feeling as if I'm bout to pass out.. I'm searching for some light.. but my feet are planted in one spot.. I began to let out a scream, but too afraid not truly knowing what's out there.. so I just stood there in deep thought.. let out a sigh and a tear dropped. How did I get here.. how did I end up in this spot.. where it seems so secluded and yet it's so very dark.. where are all the ppl.. where has everyone gone? Why am I the only one here.. but then I thought... your heart has been broken and it's taking your mind to a dark spot... in order to get out this place place you have to let go to see the light... stop lingering on the past for it has made you bitter inside.. for now until you let go.. your mind will stay on the dark side.