I was looking back at my journals And all the writing on the pages were smeared Not from the ink that was never supposed to disappear But from all my tears That had supposedly fallen down my cheeks Splashing carelessly onto the paper Smearing emotions and complaints and all the hope That I had acquired over the past year
Whenever I listen to music It’s hard not to place myself in the lines It’s hard not to sing along like the focus is really all on me Whenever I read a book It’s hard not to jump into the chapters Swipe the narrator off the page And become the true hero of the book Whenever I write It’s easy to get lost in my world Swim through the fantasies that cloud my own thoughts I think that’s what life is all about Find yourself in others Be compassionate and kind Make your life yours Have no regrets The end
I feel good Healthy? I mean I know it won't last forever So I'm just going to hold onto it Before it crumbles and falls apart again My mind melting into a puddle Okay okay I'll stop now I'll just enjoy it Right?
Sometimes It's really hard to let scabs heal It's hard to break the habit Of peeling back the past I keep revisiting old nightmares Which only does more harm than good But curiosity gets the better of me And pretty soon old wounds are opened again And I get mad at myself Because why I can't I just leave things alone? Just go with the flow My skin may get tougher But old habits die hard Pretty soon I'm back again And this infinite cycle Repeats Repeats Repeats Repeats