When you feel like there is no one there, and everything feels dark. When you don’t seem to find a way out, and lost your last grain of motivation. No one is really enjoying the darkness, they’re all waiting for someone to help them. Someone to guide them, someone to give them a way out. They need motivation, since they lost their own.
But what do they do when no one is there to pick them up? Where do they go? We are all just broken kids waiting for someone to pick us up. And when that day comes, we look back and think we overreacted. Just like everyone else was thinking. But were we?
She tried to protect the small child inside, did everything she could. Acted like a wall for his words to bounce against, accepted the blame for a behavior which was not her own. Kept her chin up and took on a smile in front of the child, so that the child would not be harmed. In order for this to be successful, no one could know the reason this child was being protected. She constantly stood behind a barrier who kept her from reaching out, all this for the child. It took her a long time to see that these barriers where broken down long ago, matter of fact they might never been there. The child was no longer a child, it was only her. Only her and no one else in reach.
All my life I have appreciated the view of this city.
I’ve climbed the highest mountains to see as much of it as I could. And every time I loved it, I loved how it never seemed to end.
But as time goes, we grow up.
I still climb the mountains, just not for the view.
Nowadays I need to know where to go next. Not for adventure, not for new experiences.
I’ve been through things, things 10 year old me didn’t see coming.
I never knew this city was going to break my heart.
I hear you.
I know you’ve been telling your friends **** about me.
I see people looking at me because of you.
But they don’t know what I know.
They don’t know about what you told me.
And they don’t know me.
But I know you.
I hear you.
I’m sorry.... I just now realized how much he actually meant to me.
Forever was not for us.
But some parts of me had hope.
But I knew.
I knew I would be the one who got hurt.
And I was.
But I can’t deny my feelings for you.
But no one can know.
They think you are an *******.
But they don’t know you like I do.
I don’t want to miss you because you’re not the same anymore.
But I can’t help it.
You made me so happy when I thought no one could.
But you were different.
You were different and I want the feeling you made me feel back.
Them: “He isn’t answering”
Me: “He is typing slowly”
him answering the second after I said that
Them: “you really know him”
Yes, unfortunately I do. 2 years later, and I still remember little things like that.
The thought of you makes me want to throw up, a lot.
The boy I used to know, where did he go?
I miss someone who no longer exist, how did it end up like this?
How did we end up like this?
How can a person change so much?