Chasing someone who has no interest in you
is like trying to grasp clouds. Move on to someone reachable!

They say that I'm one with a future so bright.
But it seems my anxiety helps me fail to see the light.

Tell me I'm a loser
Tell me I'm not well in the head
Tell me I'm a horrible chooser
But let me tell you that if you lived in my shoes
You'd already be dead, you'll never know what I have gone through.

She was
But a velvet
Petal,
In a
Sea of
Fire.

As My eyes open
I smile to myself
Relieved that I didn’t pass away
Glad that I can work on making amends
Glad I can still touch peoples life's
I am jovial that I can tell people I love them
Sad that I have to do it but glad that  I can say sorry to people
Is it normal to have these feelings
As we wake?