Sometimes nothing bad has to happen
you just know something will.
Your bones shake
and you might faint
And your mind is scolding you
because you know this sensation all too well
It's another way for your heart to die
Cupid shoots his arrow
in through one side, out the other
and you just might have to
end it all.
But your head can lie
to your bones and heart
and you can commit your last crime
Like an addict trying to quit ******
this is the time

but I wouldn't believe them even if they did tell me I was beautiful, so what's the point?

Life  is like a landscape 

The rolling hills and cliffs 

the ups and downs 

the high hopes
 that always get dropped 

they shatter and 
fall into the ocean 

And the ocean kisses the shore

and the shore sends it away 
and it returns again 
And the trees and plants 
grow new life 

new friends and family

but trees and plants die 
eventually

and they return to dirt 

which is built up over the years 

like layers 

and it learns that 
not everyone is kind 

and sometimes it gets walked on 

But on special days it rains

and the water washes away 
some of those layers 
and the ground feels refreshed 

So I like rainy days