the shattered remains of the glass on the floor,
their collision muffled by furious screams,
were a synonym to how broken her family truly was

seven years and seven shots later
i'm at your tombstone bawling my eyes out
praying for a miracle that will bring you back and i realize just how stupid i am now like i was back then
thinking you would never leave me

13 things my dad forgot to tell me before he died:
not everyone will feel or think the way you do and that’s okay
scraped knees and sprained ankles will hurt but self hatred will **** you the most
it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all
read as many books as you can in your lifetime
allow yourself to feel and experience the things in life that scare you the most, you will grow from these and learn valuable information
don’t let the way others treat you affect how you view yourself, you are not nothing
your education is important but there’s more to life than high grades
the prettiest rose still has thorns so be careful with who you pick up
cameras can’t capture the full beauty of the earth so put down your electronics and go sight seeing with just your eyes and maybe a lover
others may give up and give in but that doesn’t mean you should follow them
it wasn’t your fault
i’m sorry for leaving
i love you

I tried to recreate the same image and realized that you can never quite perfect a replica and that’s why no one shines as bright as you do

I’m tired of being the rock that’s always being kicked but never picked up.