hazel eyes change with mood swings bangs cover perfect imperfections sometimes covering tears, some happy, some sad
mind filled with everyone else's problems no room for her own she’s the go-to for emptying bad vibes but never gets to empty her own
her music choices surprise many along with her shocking opinions and thoughts just another piece to her ******* up little puzzle
often in her little world daydreaming and coming up with scenarios to every situation hoping one day just one will come true
she let’s people in easily but letting go is a whole other story often getting hurt by people with broken promises and bad intentions but she’ll never learn
she trusts easy just another flaw to the list of many shrug them away live another day
I wish I had paid more attention to the words he spoke To the stories he told To the sound of his voice His smile on a sunny day Or his boots splashing in the rain
I wish I had paid more attention when that smile disappeared When his voice started to crack Or when his eyes didn’t shine as bright
I wish I had paid more attention when he stopped coming around When the phone stopped ringing Or when the sun stopped shining
I wish I had paid more attention to way he said “I love you” To the way he held me when I was sad Or when we said our last goodbyes
I wish I had paid more attention to the voice on the other line To the sermon preached at the funeral Or maybe the faces that embraced me
I wish I had paid more attention to the sugar coated lies I was told But the sad truth is that you can't sugar coat a suicide
It ***** to love someone so much even after all the pain they've caused even after the tears you've shed for them countless times before but to still love them to still know deep down you'd do anything to have them back i guess that's how love works it's twisted ways have me head over heels for that boy the one who has broken my heart countless times but i won't learn
i've never felt so powerless in my entire life i've got no solution and i've got no escape from reality so i face it day after day and it continues to get harder and harder
I want to hate you I wish I didn’t care but really I love you Your touch, your eyes Your voice, your laugh Your smile, your humor everything about you seems perfect but really You’re toxic Love, you really are my drug.
if you're not a survivor of suicide loss you will never have to experience that kind of heartbreak you will never have the guilt about what you could've done to prevent it you will never have to ask yourself questions that you will NEVER get an answer to you will never understand the importance of suicide prevention groups you will never ask yourself if you were not good enough for them to stay you will never have to look back at pictures and ask yourself "was that smile real?" you will never have to hear that someone you love is "going to hell" because they ended their life death is always hard but suicide is like no other and you will never understand
i find myself staring again this time though i'm trying to pick something i don't like about you your hair? how i used to run my fingers through it while you looked up at me with happiness in your eyes? no. your smile? the one that makes my whole heart light up? no. your hands? the ones i used to hold so tightly, like i'd never let go? no. i find myself loving you more though i thought it was impossible my heart breaks and i come back to reality i am not yours anymore
once you start to fall for someone all of the negatives about being with them begin getting pushed out by the positives till all you see are positives and you start to let that wall crumble you start to trust again love again and no matter how hard you try you can’t keep that wall up forever
you keep feeding yourself little lies about him wishing one were true just so you could have a reason to get over him but you can't because no matter how bad he hurts you you hold on to the old him and he's gone he's been gone but you failed to see that and you fell more and more in love with him clueless to the fact he was falling in love with someone else allowing yourself to get hurt but you keep falling and falling and you still can't stop
i still smell you on my clothes i think maybe tonight meant something to you like it meant to me but i know you're miles away talking to her thinking about her instead of me and i feel like i'm falling for you as you're falling for her
I miss you. Do you miss me? Why'd you end it? Was it worth it? Are you happier? Is it real? It's not real. It's real. I miss you. Come back. Do you miss me?
You’re unpredictable Happy one minute Mad the next You take it out on me Catch me at my worst I understand you’re hurt You’re stressed I see it in your eyes I feel it in your vibes I hear it in your voice
I wish I could pick up the phone and hear your voice the same voice that comforted me during the worst times the same voice that shattered my entire world all at once
You were the "Good Morning" texts I cherished so deeply You were the "I missed you" hugs I needed on a Monday morning You were the one I never thought I'd say goodbye to You are the one I wish had stayed.