your skin is not a canvas on
which you can paint your sorrows on and your eyes are not pools in which your sadness should swim inside and people are not homes so do not find safety in them
learn to be on your own first and let everything else come after because
this is what matters and
only you will be able to save you when you are drowning inside of yourself and
you can feel the world caving in on you and your heart shatters inside of your chest
you think you are dying but this is only the beginning, just like fall though the leaves have changed color and they look so beautiful but it
doesn't matter how much make up you wear you are still hurting
the sun will shine bright
and illuminate millions of smiling faces one of them might be your own and we all know the sun doesn't lie but what if you're hidden behind a cloud and your lips are just shadows
that the sun
cannot reach
what truth is it really telling then?