You love being here, playing around Spending time with all your friends And yet it’s fear and insecurity That decide the way that your day ends You think you’re nice, you think you’re cute But maybe just not cute enough No one will care that way, you think Those toughts are making your life real tough I wish I could show you, give you a tour Hold your hand while sitting in my eyes You would see the way I look at you You would laugh because of all those lies But I can’t let you see, I can’t hold you hand I tell myself that it‘s not my place But man, if I could only show you I’d just love to see your smiling face
You don’t know the language, the culture or anything. You’re feeling like a lost puppy walking around this new place. I know that, I’ve been there. I am there. But at the end of the day, you’re just the new kid for a while. Soon you will know what you’re doing. Give it time.
You can't join, What's a man to do to get his own peace? Mind in a place with no granders, Living day by day with no say and no law and no purpose, Hope it's worth it, Still don't wanna create a life in world that displays its okay to cheat on your wife and lie, Good thing I'm one of the good ones, Pretending not to be the hood ones.
What is your happy place? A person? An animal? Your family or friends? An actual place? For me is an ilussion Something made up Non existing I scape trought my toughts and fantasies Im with my love Hes happy. Happier than he has ever been. He had tons of issues Anxiety, depression, lonelines ...emptyness Just to say a few... He's showing me that IT DOES GETS BETTER His smile is unique. Pure. He's not in the void anymore He's happy. And I'm happy when I'm with him. It's amazing how something unreal can free you for a while Then you remember the real world A ****** up world A world without him And you try to fight back the reality and be strong for yourself and others You keep holding on until you feel that it is getting better And you are finally free