Everyone has someone to depend on Everyone has someone that will listen and understand Must that be nice
How long did that take? To let someone in. To let someone see everything with the trust they won't judge. How long did it take to muster the courage? To let someone see the scars of my mentality.
It seems too much, It seems like a hefty ask. Yet It sounds so refreshing. To have someone to completely vent to, that can be relied on to listen and not go away, whose a permanent fixture rather than a temporary presence.
How long did it take to realize a physical being was needed? How long did it take to allow light into the darkness?
I must sound insane if anyone could listen to my thoughts. I am haunted by past words, Haunted by the possible future, Haunted by people I have let go of in fear. What happens if I finally find someone I think I can trust, But then push away just as quickly.
In times like these, it may be better to just stay in the dungeon Stay hidden Bottle it all up Not a good choice but it is the default settings I am programmed to Can I be re-programmed soon? It gets kinda lonely in this dungeon of thoughts
First time I think I have put these thoughts into words...
Sometimes it feels like I hold you in the palm of my hand You’re too stubborn to stay seated, you’re too scared to stand So you lean on impulsive promises, a thousand planted seeds Plant yourself halfway through the doorway and throw away the key And look to me to water your garden A consideration I haven’t yet bought And you need me, now you need me I’m not so sure that’s what I want
I focus so much on that tiny piece of paper that comes in every little cookie And when I don't Get that little piece of paper My day is ruined and nothing seems to matter anymore Why do I rely on such a tiny piece of paper? Generalized for the masses To give me something to look forward to. This means nothing But it meant something in a moment, and it could have meant something so much more If it were in the cookie.
Fortune cookies are good until you open them and there's no fortune inside.
you deserve your best it is your right to achieve but your responsibility also the world owes you nothing take (or create) what is yours forge your weapons win the wars you wage but remember to respect the freedom of others lest it comes back to you
your body is my compass, and its leading me down a fragmented path, but i dont care because its everything ive ever required. i follow your map to places ive never seen before and its horrifying all this reliance i waste on you, because you dont care where you are taking me, and you never really cared.