we all want something or someone we can relate to.

There will always be someone's pain that you don't understand.

I wonder if anyone listens,
but it doesn't really matter.

I'm a single, silver thread
spun by a poisonous spider.

I can't stop thinking about how everyone is someone, but at the same time everyone is no one.

Today.
I will stop being foolish.
I finally want to open my eyes.
Im tired of forcing myself to be brainless,
Tired of feeding myself these bitter tasting lies.
Maybe one day I will mean the world to you. Or mean enough for you to stay here with me...
But today, I'm drying these eyes of mine.
And removing my heart from my sleeve.
I'm going to pick up and leave.
And begin loving me.
I'm not broken

sometimes i feel as though
my mind was set
to self destruct,
and i just cant seem
to find the switch
to make it stop.
maybe that's because
it's buried beneath
the very thoughts
that set it off.