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
I finally mustered the courage to give up When I learned that the clock ticks even when I've stopped And the morning comes when I wish the night was eternal
At last I've worked hard enough to lose When I heard the stomps of the forward march of time deem efforts insignificant And the Sun rises with no care even when the night is still there
In the end I learned to celebrate defeat to feast upon the joy of procastination And shut the senses for responsibilities hovering like vultures, anticipation in their beaks for a man to fall Liberating as it is, death is a good night sleep
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.
I feel like this is the end. I’m standing in the middle of the street while it’s raining. I’m cold,probably freezing. But,all I can feel is the pain in my heart. The voices in my head telling me to give up. I feel like this is the end. I’m down on my knees,I’m screaming. I can’t survive. I won’t survive. I just wanna give up. Is it worth it? Am I worth it? I feel like this is the end. I can’t keep on having this facade of normalcy and strength. I’m under a lot of stress. It’s not worth the fight. I’m not worth it. Maybe this is the end. Maybe this is how it ends,me giving up. Me not survive. Falling apart under this pouring rain,with tears streaming down my face and my palm on my chest,I can feel the pain.
i thought it could last longer, worn and tattered your purpose is flawed, what to do with something of no use, why do i keep your threads, you no longer smell of fresh linen, i'll cast you aside to a pointless existence, no one will ever pay you any mind.