the goal was to survive. but the dream was to live. I was ready to give it my all. I just had to stay alive. then, one day, my whole world came crashing down. first, I lost someone I loved. then, I lost myself. cutting through my grief, the demons in my head suggested I was better off dead. but another voice said "you know that's not true." that's when I remembered. she always told me "the goal is to survive but the dream is to live." I was ready to give up. but if it means I can keep her dream alive, I will live. I will survive.
Having a boyfriend or girlfriend is not love....But Having someone in your life on whom you have blind faith that even if you hurt them to the extreme they will still hold your hand and say:..."I was, I am, and I will always be yours" That's Love ......
A lone wolf on a mountain A fish falling down a fountain A butterfly on a flower A shark about to devour A man on a tower About to meet his death On his last breath About to fall to the ground And people crowd around The man frowned This was how he ended his life Death has the feeling of a blunt knife Yet the wolf, fish, butterfly and shark Are still living Outliving the dominant creature on earth Do we have no self-worth? Giving life away so quickly Because it got a little sickly
So yea it's been a while, I guess I forgot all of the things that used to make me smile. maybe that is destructive on my part but everything I loved will eventually break my heart. so yea I gave up because I rather have never loved at all and forget this pain. the pain that will not leave my heart or brain. so yea ... I give up.