yesterday, we met again.
you looked slightly different. your beard has grown, and your hair has turned slightly grey.
i told you how good you looked but you didn't believe me.
you told me how much i've also changed since we last saw each other.
i told you that i wanted to try something new, but not that it was my insecurities that made me change myself.
i told you how much i miss your stories and that i still have our book with your notes written in it.
you told me that you don't miss my obnoxious personality and my pretentious opinions.
we laughed and talked about our short time.
you made a comment about the things that could never be.
i laughed and asked you how she's doing.
i listened to you talk about your girlfriend, who is now your fiancee.
i would like to say i was prepared for it, but i can never get used to the way you speak about her.
i know you love her more than anything. i know i never meant anything to you. and even if i did, we just weren't meant to be. but knowing these things doesn't make them hurt less, even after all these years.
when it comes to death, they'll scream and run and fight till the end
then i wonder
what do they have left worth fighting for?
isn't it better to be a soul without a body rather than a body without a soul?
i'm way more afraid of growing old.
what if the person that gave birth to me
the one that was supposed to love and accept me
used to be the monster i was afraid of at night
the one that told me i was worthless all the time
what if the person that gifted me with my life
*is actually the person that made me want to die
we seek the broken ones
because we think it's us that can fix them
he destroys himself to feel something
he tries to repress his thoughts but they keep coming back
he doesn't seem to care 'cause the drugs,
they keep him high in the clouds
the alcohol seems to light his insides up
he's slowly killing himself in order to survive
all he ever wanted is to stay alive
he thinks he isn't worthy of any good because he ****** up too many times
he thinks he's just a mess
but he's more than that
*he is all i need in my life
drugs that keep us high in the clouds
cigarettes that light up our lungs
alcohol that burns us from the inside
we harm ourselves to feel something
we **** ourselves to feel alive
because once you've felt numb inside
there's no turning back
and you'll fear every living day that it will come back
and when it does
it will crush you
it will tear you apart
that's why we are the wreckless, we are the wild ones
we are the youth that fears nothing more than the nothing that'll make us the repressed ones
i kind of got inspired by my favorite song called youth by my all time favorite band called daughter! their music makes me feel something. and, like i said, there's nothing worse than not feeling anything.