Do you ever feel depressed over the smallest things and then when people ask what's wrong you feel like you can't tell them because it's so insignificant?
your everlasting and green, growing like the leaves your soul has blossomed a flower beautiful isn't that just lovely, lovely? as more petals grow let me be your water because we unfortunately grow in this long and hurting desert let me wash over you I want to make it dazzling and new my perfect rose grow your leaves all over me till we're both just a everlasting garden
Whenever I say I hate something people feel the need to respond with "Hate is a strong word" Yeah? Well so is love and people throw around that word like it's nothing..
I smile and laugh because if the people that cared about me knew my real pain, they would be worried and I cannot burden them with my weakness. I'm the strong one. I do the saving, I don't get saved, I'm not supposed to be...