why don't i believe it
why don't i understand
when you tell me how much i mean to you
it just doesn't make sense

how can someone love me
most importantly, how can someone like you love me

all my life i'd believed no one ever could
so when you tell me that you do,
my head spins like a tornado
i just don't believe it
and i still don't believe someone as beautiful as you
could ever love someone as inferior as me.

Sometimes the bad times seems to over weigh the good,

because we don't remember the so much better times as much as we should.

Many shadows of good times are buried in the mountain we call time,

memories of the bad times seem to stay right at the front of our mind.

Goodtimes we have were not appreciated and ultimately taken for granted,

the bad we nurture and cultivate in our hearts like weeds we have planted.

Now as the years go on,

the bad forever on our mind,

and we don't seem to remember or realize,

just how much we have wasted our precious time.

So now lets have sometime , a break, from all bad

let go the negative and recapture the good we ones had

Spending more time dwelling on things that are good

And, how to respect one another as much as we should.

i just wish you could see it
i wish you could understand my thoughts, my mind, my emotions

i wish you could see how life has drained from my body
how my worth is at an all-time low

i've broken into a thousand pieces that i can't put back together alone
i've shattered, and i don't know if the shards can be fixed

i need you
i need you
i need someone

i just wish you could notice how unhappy i truly am

i saw a beautiful red rose that sat in a field of wilted weeds
and as time went on
and the weeds grew more and more plentiful
the rose remained the same
just as cheery and red as before

and i was brought to the realization
that it's possible for a something so beautiful to be surrounded by
such insignificance
something with so much life
can exist in the middle of emptiness
although it may seem like everything is dead,
there's always a little hope
always

i've always wondered why she couldn't see what i see
everyone talks of her impeccable beauty

yet she stares in the mirror for minutes upon hours
and looks at her reflection with disgust as she steps out of the shower

i dont understand, someone please explain
how someone so beautiful can carry so much pain

a person who is seemingly perfect in every way
feels so worthless every hour in every day

and i hope you will one day love yourself
and i hope you will stop placing yourself on the lowest shelf

i hope one day you will look at your reflection and say
"I like who I am in every single way"

i stared at the empty jar on the kitchen table
that once was full of many things,
valuable things

something that used to be full of worth
now was nothing but a vacant waste of space

it reminded me of myself
and how i used to have so much motivation and worth
but now
im only full of empty nothingness

and oh how i wish someone would come along
and pile some motive into my heart

i contain nothing
i feel nothing
i am nothing

someone make me feel again