Lock the doors. Shut the windows.
Lock me in this heart of yours.
Your heart is my new home. And I intend to live in it alone. Don't let anyone in, and don't let me out. Please, allow me to stay, and don't make me leave.
This heart of yours, how fragile it is. A work of delicate beauty, perhaps slightly cracked or partly broken, but still, a work of wonder. This is my new home, tattered and torn, but easily repairable.
Your heart, filled with goodness. Your heart filled with love. You may not feel it - you don't have to. The important thing is I do. I feel it, and I know it's true.
I don't care about your past, 'cause I'm too busy thinking of the future. A future with you. I don't care if your heart is cold, let me warm it for you. I know you've been through a lot, but I'm here now. It's all over.
Lock the doors. Shut the windows. I'm never leaving. Not unless you tell me to.
I love you. It's okay if you don't love yourself, let me do that for you. That's my part. I love you.
Lock the doors. Shut the windows.
Let me fix this heart of yours.

I want to emphasize the importance of surrounding yourself with people who genuinely care about you and feel proud to have exist.

“Did it hurt?” he asked me. “Falling in love.” He looked genuinely curious. His eyebrows were scrunched up like a little kid trying to figure out how to play a game.

I smiled and answered, “Falling in love didn’t hurt. Falling in love feels like falling to the softest mattress that ever exists. Falling in love is insanely sweet. It controls the way you think, the way you act, and it slowly consumes you to madness. And because of that we tend to forget what we are really falling for. “It’s not falling in love that hurts. It’s being in love. It’s being in love with an illusion of what you thought was true. It's being in love and realizing that you had fallen in love with tantalizing blue eyes that’s tangled up with cobwebs of lies. It’s being in love with someone you thought would never hurt you.”

Tonight, I will forget
And leave the memories
Of you
And all about you
On the shore.
I will let the waves
Wash every fragment
Of your smile
And smell
Because my love,
I want to see again
How the sun rises
Over the horizon.
I want to feel
How the sun touches
My cheeks.
I want to travel
The world
And marvel
At the beauty it holds.
I want to run
And feel alive again
On every splash
Of wind
On my face.
My love,
Though I cannot love less
Than I feel for you,
I must forget you.
I must leave you.
You have been
A handcuff,
I can no longer write.
You have been
A blindfold,
I can no longer see the light.
You have been
A shackle to my feet,
I cannot move on and be released.
Tonight, I will let
Myself be drowned
With tears of you
For the last time.
I will let
Myself be caged
Inside the cocoon
Of your painful memories
Because tomorrow,
I will fly.

Who told you good artist are only see in television?
For they being so effinly good we didn't realize they are hiding in the screen name who we call "FRIEND",
Or some random people around us who other people mistakenly call "FRIEND".
They can act that they care,
They can be a newscaster who will talk behind your back,
They can make you cry,
They can be the Antagonist,
But a good girl in their story..

So be careful whom you call "FRIEND" .

You left me hanging
Tears continuously falling
Like a flowing river, streaming
And my heart, aching
I mourned for almost eternity
Then I realized suddenly
That you are not worthy
For you've hurted me endlessly
Now you came back like nothing happened
Asking for my love once again
But no, my heart's hardened
Besides, enough is the pain
Feelings slowly fading
Thank God for that feeling
And now I started to be happy
I've moved on, finally..

I lost a great innocence when I understood that I and my mind were not going to be on good terms for the rest of my life. I can’t tell you how tired I am of character-building experiences. But I treasure this part of me; whoever loves me loves me with this in it.

Humans?
Yes.

Humanity?
NO.

There are things that we don't want to happen, but to accept,
Things we don't want to know,
But have to learn,
And people we can't live without,
But have to let go.

Chapped lips
Dark circles
Boring days
Anxious nights
Dangerous habits and thoughts
Slipping back in my mind
How much longer
Do I have to do this?

Your verisimilitude is deceiving. The memories we've shared are momentous. I thought there would be a probability of "us" but you rebuff the love I've showed and left me confused. The inception of our story is the part which I loved the most. This past few days I was lost and crestfallen by the memory of you. I never felt reluctant on every word you said and promised. But they were just words, words that will never be executed. I need to obviate myself from hoping. Our love became prosaic as you slowly repudiate this nerve racking feelings of mine. The thought of you should unyoked my mind for my heart opposes with my common sense. Thank you for watching me as I fall.

I feel like everything that has happened has led up to this.
The loving, the leaving, and the not-really living
Then loving, and living, and just living again.
You hurt me, I hurt you
Then we dance in vicious circles,
We, loveless, hopeless lovers..
You love me but you hate me.
I hate you but I love you
I s there no stopping
To the madness we've become?
Do we know the answer?
Do we want to know?

I don't understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn't it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?

I know deep inside, I am not the child my parents wanted.

I can tell by the way they look into my eyes, because theirs glaze over, and by the way they don't take anything I say too seriously.
I can tell by the way they ask me about my future, and when I say, "I'm not sure but," they lose interest in knowing.

I can tell when they read the newspaper and see all the successful honor students at my school, they sigh, because my name isn't printed in ink on the list.

I feel like when I talk, they don't really listen, because if they did, they would read between the lines and realize I wanted to **** myself a hundred times.

I feel like when I'm upset I can no longer show emotion, because my mother has called me lazy too many times, and my dad has shook his head once too many.

I feel like when I'm sitting on the couch when I get home from school, they are disgusted because I should be "doing something more productive". So I 'sometimes' feel like being comfortable in my own home anymore.

I feel like I have to hide away in my room, because when I'm around them we don't talk much anyways. (Except my Mom)

I feel like I'm just another tab on their bill, especially when all they talk about is how they're low on money and make it feel like it's my fault.

It's just, I think they wanted someone  more, someone better.
I think they wanted a smart kid, just like my brothers and sisters,with a great passion for life, who is nothing but happy, busy, talented, outgoing. They wanted someone who would for sure succeed more than they did in life, someone who could assure them assistance in their older years.

But  they  got  me,
the kid who has social anxieties,
the one who gets 'okay' grades,
the kid whose  sad  most of the time,
the kid who has depression,
the kid who has secretly attempted  suicide,
the kid whose just another kid,
not the kid whose  Nothing  like me...