Some people are used to goodbyes
And I am one of them...
Believe me! I know it really well.
But some of them did not even say a goodbye
They just banged the door while leaving
And messed up my home.
By breaking all those moments in frames...
Painting my red door black...
And smashing the radio...
Now I have these walls
Really long blue walls...around my home
Allowing noone to enter.
You treat them really well...but they end up breaking your stuff...it's upto to you how you keep yourself safe.
she looks like she
would jump to a train to
force me to stay
and that's why she's
more scary than the train itself
why do we born
to be weak
to be owned
to recover alone
why do we taught
not to say no
not to be heard
not to be complete
you were right in front of me
but i missed you so bad
like you're not there
you only wanted to be loved
why can't i give it
why can't we
to each other
i'm sorry, i
didn't love you enough
a man ruins my childhood
a man ruins our sisterhood
a man ruins her motherhood
but it all happened cause
we thought we loved them while
we only wanted to be loved
the only thing you can fix is yourself
who were you before your brother broke your heart for the first time when you were nine years old?
how much hope shone through your bright brown eyes before you realized your mom was human too?
and she could lie,
and she could break your heart,
and she could show you for the first time in your life why trusting someone is so terrifying.
who were you before?
before your father could barely look you in the eyes
because he didn't care to understand the pain you tried so hard to keep inside.
it destroyed you,
but you destroyed him.
the ones who say love isn't real.
i don't think they've ever been talking about a silly boy or girl.
i don't think a relationship has ever crossed their mind when their chest strains to beat through the tears.
i don't think they ever got the chance to form that bond,
just to feel it break.
i think they were too busy picking up the pieces,
broken on the floor of the house they were raised in all those years,
with the people who were supposed to show them what love is.
i think they know what it isn't.
How can i forget
When i never even got to choose to forgive you for myself
I never had the chance to comprehend
Cuz you shoved your apologies down my throat
Everything I've ever forgiven you for was to save you,
It was not for myself
Well, I wont forgive you for that
It's not how forgivness works
Hi Jess nice to meet you or wait i have not no suprise there your just marks work friend i have never met thats braking up my family so i really hope your needs are met by my partner because clearly your husband isnt meeting your needs for you even though my daughter looses her dad maybe your husband can be her dad and i can go to the snow with him
what was it like when you left me behind?
with a bottle of jack clasped in your greedy palm,
did you ever look over your shoulder?
did you ever turn back?
independency never looked more like a cage
when you realize it came with
losing a childhood to a parent
dependent on *****
and lost in her liquor.
maturity is a sculpture that people
chip and mold to fit their own reality
when they forget that the
broken pieces surrounding the perfect sculpture
are really what maturity is made of.
when you left me behind
i reveled in my independency
and clutched my broken pieces in my hands,
glued them back together
and called it armor.
but i still wonder from time to time,
if you ever looked down to see your own
broken jack bottle
glass pieces by your feet,
because you finally remembered
that you left your daughter behind.
When did we lose our happiness?
Where did we all just drift apart?
How did our family turn to nothingness?
We used to play and laugh and dance
But now those times have turned to ash
And ash has turned to tears and fights
In this vortex it's only black
I can no longer see a light
I can no longer sleep at night