Your words came to late
The damage was all ready done
The cuts all ready made
The tears all ready shed
The rope was to late
I'm sorry I falled you
But I couldn't hold on
I was slipping in to a dark abyss
And I have yet to return
You where to late to save me
Just go on without me
You can do it I know
The sun shone on me to late
I was all ready consumed by the dark
It was all just to late

We all have become so exceptionally good at faking our happiness…We no longer know when we are actually happy or when the smile is only for the world to see and not to be felt.

I've moved ten times
within four states
in the first eleven years of my life.
I've said good-bye to
best friends and
influential teachers,
favorite spots to read and
a few great ice cream shops.
Initially I always regretted
having to leave behind comforts
but then I realized
there are so many better things
to say good-bye to.
When you move, when you start anew,
say good-bye to all the ****** things.
Say farewell to all the times
that you felt lost,
leave behind all of the
old bruises and scars
(although it is a good idea
to remember and learn from them,
it's better they stay in the past)
Bid "adieu" to every instance
you felt less than whole.
Rid yourself of these unnecessary
weights on your chest
and move on,
taking a new breath as you go.

I'm used to it. I'm used to being
cancelled on. I'm used to being left out
I'm used to being the second option.
I'm used to being forgotten about.
I'm used to getting the blame. It's okay.
So don't feel bad if you do any of these things to me.
I've learned to keep my expectations low,
just so none of these things would matter.