you are a box that i open. a gift that i receive. and it's all mine. (...i think...) i can put more love into the box and let things pile up inside. i can bury all my pain inside and all my fears will be hidden. (...but they won't go away...) one day we won't like each other anymore. we'll have to move on. that means taking back everything that's mine. but all the pain and sadness can't be given back. i have made use of it and it's now mine.
it's always worse than it seems. there are so many smiles everyday but you can never know whose world is upside down. it's just easier to smile than explain why i'm sad. and this depression is like a prison that makes me both the prisoner and the jailer. i guess death seems more inviting than life does.
"are you okay." amiokay. "are you okay." why does it always seem to rain on me. these little words of condolence are the words that rain down and leave me drenched and wet. i just want to feel okay again. but every time someone asks me if i'm okay, it reminds me that i'm not
i told myself that it was you. you were the one who would make me happy. now you're gone. ("some people can stay in your heart but not in your life") and that's when i learned, don't fall in love. fall off a bridge, i think it hurts less