I love darkness
Because in the dark You won't see my scar And I will be spared From all the questionnaire And you won't dare To leave my hand As you are scared But what if you find a flare Will you still bear with me?
Broken and Shattered kinda like a mirror,
But unlike the mirror she can't just throw herself away. She tried multiple times and multiple ways But instead she pushes her feelings aside. Her happiness doesn't matter. Her Boys matter The boys of a monster. They Matter. Unlike a mirror she can't just throw an object at what hurts to get rid of the pain and the hurt. People tell her to remember the things that happened before it all started...The good Memories.. What they don't know.. Is the Broken and Shattered has always been there.
It's as though your touch
penetrates my skin maybe that's how you get inside me It frightens me that's the bitter truth the fear eats away inside me I can't go a day without running to you dependant on you, not what's inside me Yet when I'm with you the lack of safety reminds my mind how those few moments got inside me
Do you know, how it is to feel like you’re ur being dragged down to the bottom of the ocean?
The sunlight slowly fading away as you sink deeper into the dark depth of the unknown? The pressure of everything around you getting heavier and more painful as you’re r surrounded by complete darkness; you think maybe you could swim on your own. But now it’s just black. W.K
Last night, I dreamed I met you
As I looked into your kind eyes I knew you had forgiven me Last night, I dreamed I met you and you loved me like a little sister As you looked into my fearful eyes My guilt was gone Last night, I dreamed I met you and I'll never forget how you cared I didn't have to surrender like I'd thought I'd have to Tonight, I'll pray to never meet you Because I can't trust that the you last night is the real you But then what is the real you? The you I hallucinate every day? The manipulative, cruel sociopath? The you inside my head? The maternal, weak empath? The you through the screen? The confident, beautiful actress? I'm craving some sort of answer but patience patience... First, I need you to see me
Written to my friend's sister
I don’t know what we are doing
I don’t know what we are calling it I don’t know what I see months down the road for us But I do know that when he looks at me he sets every single part of me on fire
And I think that’s a sign.
I feel like I'm the only one
who really cares about the pandemic. I feel like I'm the only one who is scared to infect someone I love. I feel like I'm the only one who sees that a storming is coming. I feel like I'm the only one.
I had my moon for months and seems like years
,but this is the day my sweet moon moved away And yes this happens to all others but I can't help write about the hole that is not coved Cause she was my anchor strong and true just like the sun and the moon It's the bitter sweet thing about it all, that makes this time right know so big not as small And I will remember all those great days we've had together, in hope the sun and moon, me and her will be reunited like to love birds It seems so far and I feel like I can't make it Cause I do I continue to burn bright without the moon right in my sight So I going to try to burn bright with the time I've got, then hopefully I reunite with the moon of my life
It's hard when someone you care about moves away