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Rachael Judd Apr 2015
People will hurt you. Its just the way it is. People lie, steal, cheat.
They love but they hate.
Sometimes hate overpowers love and they make mistakes.
People are cruel, they learn to love you just so they can learn to break you.
They find your sensitive part inside of your heart, then cut it out and take it for themselves.
No matter how hard you try, a person can't be perfect.
I have learned in years of suffering that life isn't a field of flowers.
Its burned grass, with dead trees surrounding your bare feet.
Its you sitting on the edge of a mountain watching another's life pass by and you sit there staring.
Its sitting alone hearing muffled sounds like you've been submerged under water.
And as the water slowly drowns you, you gasp for one breath, but the crowd grows larger and they surround you till your dead.
Life isn't cherishable, it isn't magnificent.
Its dead dandelions and no rainbows.
Its black coffee and stale bread.
Its broken hearts and shattered dreams.
Life isn't love, its nothing more than a book without an ending.
Its worse than death.
Rachael Judd Apr 2015
You broke down the door to my heart
Came crashing in like a burglar
Coming to steal everything i had
Even what i offered
You left me abandoned
Nothing left in my heart
But broken glass
From the windows you shattered
Pieces that will never be replaced
You broke down the door to my heart
Left hanging by its hinges
Each string that held my heart in place
Now hangs like a puppet
Dancing as you pull the strings
Constructing the dance moves
Rachael Judd Apr 2015
Im tired of writing how beautiful it all was, yea there were flowers growing in the pits of our stomachs. But those flowers are dead, liquor isn't water. Yea we had stars in our eyes, but the galaxies are gone, replaced by a black hole. We had wind in our hair and sun on our skin, but the sun has been gone for awhile now, and my skin is pale. The wind died and its just stale air. We had locks over our hearts but we both had a key, I threw my key into the ocean, watching in wash away in the waves just as our love did. It was beautiful, but beauty doesnt last forever, soon your hair will turn grey, your skin will wrinkle and the beauty fades away.
Rachael Judd Apr 2015
Maybe it's the sound of your name that brings me to my knees
But maybe its my lungs telling me to breathe
Rachael Judd Apr 2015
Some trees are harder to climb, some have spindly branches that break with each step you take. Some trees are too high up that the fear of falling enables you to climb. Life is like a tree, sometimes life has spindly branches that break. Sometimes the fall is too great to take another step. But sometimes the climb is worth it, because the view is beautiful.
Rachael Judd Apr 2015
Sometimes staring into the nothingness is what gives us answers to questions that our mind hasn't even comprehended, its gives us an answer to the inevitable question. What happens when all this is over?
Rachael Judd Apr 2015
Have you ever ran so far your heart races and your lungs are screaming for oxygen? Thats how I feel everytime you look at me. Though I'm never running, just standing still. Watching.
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