Years that before
Mercy neared close enough
That the blur of the scene
Disappeared in the rough
So unsure what I mean
Or where would i reconvene...
And with whom?
When we are were we are
where they are there just to consume...
Everything they could.
Selling off everything that's good.

From that blinding white clear disaster
I thought I must fight or I'll rot even faster
I fought so I might keep from finding
I'm not really right and what's left's just reminding me how  
High I shot and now why I forgot to keep track what I bought that I caught up a lesson I set out too taught

when you realise you're no longer a try hard. you don't try hard to impress anyone,
at work
school
your friends and family
or your potential date.
some guys think too high of themselves.
they think they're irreplaceable.
or that i can't forget him or he hurt me a lot.
he's really really wrong.

i let things flow. how they wanna go.
i realised i don't sing sad songs the same anymore. i don't try as hard. and i still manage to sound good imo. but i think all the experiences i've had made me learn a lot.
and i will continue to do so.

I DON'T ALLOW PEOPLE TO HURT ME. even with words. and actions.

it's been... 4years since my family issue. i'm learning better to cope woth it now. i've became so much better. time heals everything, huh?

Securing the insecure
Growing up iv always had it rough . I still remember things from when I was 4years old because that’s where the most damage happened. I hid from the destruction .
I didn’t know burying so much could affect a person until I realize that I was affected.
I couldn’t see myself because I was always running
. Running from myself, until one day I ran away and somebody I knew said “ you can’t keep running from your problems “ and after it only got worse until I faced my own destruction .
“ destruction who are you “ and he spoke
Its this deep question on the inside of us that makes us wonder if what we have and who we are is enough .
That one thing you had . That made you happy but also broke you leaving it up to you too rebuild .
I’m the pills that sat next too you at 16 . You remember that same year I impregnated you and took it ? .I’m the blood that drips from your arm that makes you like jackets so much
I cover up all your hurt just so my work can repeat it’s self
I’m the words that tell you that your not good enough
I’m the thing that have you Posting all these pictures hoping people would like it enough..... hoping they would like You Enough . I have a mission too destroy you I’m That thing that blocks you from your purpose im The one who questions your ability your talent . Hello Anndreana, finally you stopped running ..... I’m insecure. Apart of your destruction.