like the ocean, wave after wave of mystery
I’ll run until my feet bleed
I’ll scream it to the top of my lungs
I can’t be bottled I can’t be bottled
I will stop falling for boys who can’t accept my madness, I will stop accepting less then what I know I deserve
if it’s going to be love it’s going to be intoxicating
it’s going to be nonsensical and lively
and it’s going to be dark just like the side of me you refused to see
not every sadness is scary
and not everyone has to be happy, not all the time
I think maybe if I leave you with this
As I walk away in search of someone who stares at the ocean and knows what it feels like to be lonely
To have thoughts swirling in your head so heartbreaking that you can’t speak them aloud
to find someone who looks at my sickness And stops trying to fix it, stops trying to make everything better
to find someone who thinks that planes are beautiful and that the stars are a solace
to find someone who doesn’t want to be comfortable, but alive
I’ll leave you with this
It really is okay to not be okay
At the end of the day, you can’t run from the thoughts in your head
Maybe you should stop fighting the idea that we’re all a little sad