Some boys are more than just their title. Some boys can make up a thunderstorm out of a simple glance, not aware of the calamity inside of them. Some boys are pure and simple art, their lips a poem i'll never be tired of reading and writing. Some boys can tell you so much all while being silent. Some boys are best selling books with not a chance of happy endings. Some boys are a never ending tune that rings constantly in my ears. A powerless and monotonous soundtrack of sadness and lonely broken fears.
Dear depression I'm writing to let you know That I don't have anything else to give You took away all my hope
What more do you want of me The few breaths that I take? They're not even for me I swear I just don't want them to break The ones who still care about me Somehow you weren't able to push them away I guess they're stronger than I'll ever be But I don't want you to make them ache
Hurt me bruise me take my soul But let my body here For them , not me , I'm miserable at my best But I can't let them live in fear
Dear depression Please subside We can live together Just don't make me die
Laugh an the world laughs with you Weep and you weep alone For the sea old earth must borrow its mirth But has trouble of its own Sing and the hills will answer Sigh , it is lost in the air The echoes bound to a joyful sound But shrink from voicing care .
Rejoice and men will seek you Grieve and they trun and go They want all measure of all your pleasure But they do not need your woe.
Be gald and your friends are many Be sad and you lose them all There are none to decline your nectured wine But alone you must drink life's gale .
5 year old me thought it was sharing things with people crying with them
12 year old me thought it was holding hands the term "boyfriend"
15 year old me thought it was kissing touching
18 year old me now understands love comes in many different forms sometimes in words sometimes in expressions sometimes in staying and sometimes in leaving.
maybe someday i can fully comprehend what love is :")
i need to tell you about a woman who's shelf life of love has no expiry date. that sometimes i worry, sometimes i worry, i worry, that she feeds it more than she eats it. anorexic love ; when last have you slept on a full stomach.
I took a shower tonight. But I didn't wash my hair Or my body or my face Or even my toes. I took a shower tonight. And although the water was as hot as it can go I stepped in and my whole body froze From my hair To my body to my face To my toes. I took a shower tonight. And I just sat on the shower floor I put my face in my knees Let the billion clear little razors Roll down my back And down the drain. I didn't cry. I didn't break down. I took a shower tonight. And I just sat on the ground And I sat in the shower. Till the hot water turned cold. Three hours of sitting of mini razor blades rolling gently down my back And in just a moment. I'll get in my bed. And I'll lay. For about six to seven hours. Until seven am And then I'll put on my eyeliner And be on my way.