Don't think that it wasn't.
Don't think for a second it wasn't meant to be.
I wouldn't go back.
Through the valley of chaos,
Underneath the torment,
Engulfed in blinding visions.
The music played.
Don't think that it wasn't.
Don't think it wasn't a good thing.
And don't think it was a bad.

The music played.

There are certain memories in life that you can not count, but that you cherish and remember. That one number you sustain and uphold to the upmost of importance. Those thoughts you write, the images you draw that make no sense - yet unconsciously that sense lost, tis found in millions of little waves hidden within you’re throbbing heart. You linger upon those moments of insecurity, and want - yet not knowing what but intentionally thinking about them. It is that unknown man is afraid of, yet wants the attention of finding. It is that fear of loneliness that people avoid, yet long for it's grasping. Thine question still persists in mind, why art thine heart so kind yet consists of ones foolishness and pride.

There’s a certain beauty in a woman who assures her beauty, who believes in herself and contains her assurance. A woman who doesn’t want to be someone else, yet who wants to do better not be better. A woman who invites you in - helps you surpass your fears of uncertainties. She sings along in delight and joy; living, loving, running along the rivers of natures gift. Plainly a woman with a past, an unknown future who she is not afraid of, but looking forward to reach it. A woman who isn’t afraid of getting old, who is gaining knowledge and strength daily. The past is something she learns from, the present is her best friend and the future yearns for her substance.
This -  Is a Real woman.

I quote people everyday.
I live by the words of a stranger.
I hold onto them like a lifeline.

Their words make me feel like I am not alone.
Like perhaps I can make it another day.

(a.d)

this is not a cry for a help

this is a story

the story of a girl who used to smile a lot and laugh at the right times. the story of a bright beautiful girl with pretty soft skin and freckles on her nose. this the story of a girl with vibrant black hair and sparkling blue eyes.

this is the story of a girl who worked hard in school because she wanted to go somewhere. this is the story of a girl who pushed herself to be the greatest she could possibly be. this is the story of a girl who cared and cared and worked and worked...

until one day she stopped.

this is the story of a girl who has had enough. the story of a girl who had been pushed too hard to keep on going. this is the story of a girl with no way out. this is the story of a girl who can't cope anymore.

this is the story of a girl who can no longer smile without crying, and whose laugh is cold and void of emotion. this is the story of a sad girl with bumpy red skin that is covered with scars and cuts. this is the story of a girl with dull black hair and empty eyes.

this is not a cry for help

this is a story

the story of a girl who no longer cared.

(a.d)