How long should I sit here and pretend that I haven't wanted to end it for 17 years? How long should I say 'I'm good' when I was just crying the bathroom ten minutes ago? How long should I stare in the mirror and say 'Maybe I'll cut my hair tomorrow' knowing deep down I won't go for the next six months. How long should I avoid the inevitable? How long is too long? How long can I look at this world, this society, and think that this is the type of world I want to live in?
I have been sitting, Waiting, Hoping, Praying, That you’d come back to me. You’d see that what you left behind is someone who was special. Is special. But I continue to pray, Hope, Wish, And sit Until you come back home. Where you belong.
A man. He sits in his chair. A king. He sits on his throne. A God. He sits on the clouds. No matter how high you sit. No matter how strong you think u are. There is always something bigger. Even in death there is light. Even in birth there is darkness. No matter how strong you think you are. No matter how high you stand. There is something greater
This is for all the people who think that they are the best. A fair warning you don't rule this world nor do you rule the next.
on the horizon of tribulation variables hover as unwritten expressions the plane of abstract thought a stream of consciousness holds memories from long ago
the uncertainty holds us close as a ghost our worlds float further away and the fatigue remains intimately alive
when I sit alone she shows me that I'm small too imbued with a tendency to exude, to emote I am barely vocal the plan is predictable you pluck sentiment from thin air and with a flap of your wings take off into trepidation
And I sit right here. Yes next to the boy that does not care. Yes behind the girl with the painted hair. I hate it here But often you must live through fear Because strength builds up the more times you exercise your restraint
