pain 4 letters equivalent to 6 they say beauty is pain but never vice versa when i cry butterflies aren't born when i scream baby birds don't take flight when i hurt there is nothing besides the 6 letters b-r-o-k-e-n i am not constantly falling apart i was never restored i already fell now i am just being crushed stepped on like an unwanted bug my life essence oozing out of my sides my bad did i stain your carpet ruin your home? well you invaded mine why didn't you leave me alone?
I read a story once About a bug that crawls into people's ears and lays eggs in their brains Ever since then I have to cover my ears to fall asleep It's funny that people think that way That they matter That a story WILL happen to them Because at the end of the day It might
Hello Dear… __________________ There's a lot of pain in my soul. I don't feel like I can be seen, hence being a ghost. I'm not calling the seen those who gather attention. I've never been able to hold the necessary attention that is love. I'm tiny. ****. Little to ńöẗḧïńġ... But I'm something. I mustered up courage deep inside me, somewhere in my shadow... I pulled it out and coated it with what I thought was hope. But whether it was or wasn't, it overpowered that courage. It escalated until it had no other option but to fall. When it fell, the choices were already in motion. A result was ready to explode...and cause casualties. ...Or just one casualty. I guess a ghost can see the future. Its shadow can do more than foreshadow. I opened up a door for courage... But I let out a demon called melancholy. I made a mistake... And it led to another heartache. I never knew that I was my own weakness... Not until I was bitten by the Gloom Bug.
You have been bitten by the good-morning bug. The one where side effects travel deep. Eyes widen to see beauty in everything. Heart opens with song to feel blessings.
You have been bitten by the good-morning bug. Resistance is futile as it effects entire body. Feet dance inside grace, as birds sing. Time dissipates replaced with gratitude. Ego jargon is put to sleep.
You have been bitten by the good morning bug. where love replaces fear and doubt. Wisdom enters breath for understanding. Light integrates dark to seed new dawn. Dreams pulsate to become reality.
YOU HAVE BEEN bitten by the good-morning bug. for the new energies have birthed it. Connections to all things bring peace. Tears of joy vibrate filling air. Hands reach out to aid one another.