What's more tragically beautiful?
Falling in love,
                  or
         Falling out of it?

The hardest part isn’t waking up
The hardest part is getting up
When you barely slept at all and your mind races
.
The difficult part is opening your eyes
When there are demons eating away your mind
When your heart is racing and your hands are shaking
.
The painful part is when the ache is too real
When its not just your mind shattering,
But your body breaking too
.
When you wheeze for air and clutch at your chest
When your hands are shaking and there’s not enough air
When the nightmares close up around you
.
But the most tiring part, the most exhausting part
Is trying to hide it all cause you’re supposed to be happy
Cause you’re not supposed to fall.

We are damaged,
     You and I,
But we're not broken

The only way to leave a life filled with sorrow
is with a great, grand,

                  GOODBYE

and no tomorrow.

its sad
       when
             love
                    dies

on the other hand,


something
that
never
existed
cant
die

.
Stop looking at me so sad
I'm okay
I'm breathing fine
.
Stop looking at me so sad
I'm fine
The sun always did shine
.
Stop looking at me so sad
My mind's right
No need to be taken aback
.
Stop looking at me so sad
.
I am fine

I say less than half
of everything that I see,

          thus, silence is my hell.

To understand who I am
   You gotta know

That when I'm happy I feel sad
and that I'm always
sad when I'm feeling happy

I had a dream once,
   I dreamt we’d grow old together
      I woke up young and alone.

i don't know
maybe my heart
doesn't belong
to me anymore
           .
maybe it just
never did
           .
maybe that's
the reason why
it sometimes
hurts so bad
           .
it is trying
to run away
           .
somewhere quiet
where it's not
all on its own
all the time

The reason for which I could
never write a book
is that I've read so much
I can't tell if my thoughts
are something I read
or something I wrote.

Dreams, just that.
Dreams, illusions of the mind,
mockeries from my subconscious,
my hopes and fears
introduced as an incoherent mass.
Senseless, without reason,
without purpose.
Dreams, just that.
They aren't true,
they aren't real,

But oh how they help me
breathe throughout the night.

Remembering
sad days
makes me happy,
I met
You there.

Sometimes,
      I just want to write about
sad things.
  
                          Even though I´ve never been
                                                happier.

I am so tired of love,
  
     I am.

But, I can't get enough

                        of it.

sometimes
i wanna talk
about the things that make me sad

and why
they're
so
beautiful
to me

Sometimes,
    Love just fades
                         Away

we're all made of stardust
thinking back to a time
we were shining bright

wishing it back
waiting till someone sees us
without realizing

we
are
still
stars

we're all made of stardust
with some melancholy
completed with nostalgia

but we still shine so bright

you
       unloved me
so quickly
     i cant help
       but to wonder
  if i was ever
    real
       or if you just

sad is easy

I want everyone to know.
I want everyone to miss you
Like I do
...
            Only not quite

don't get stuck

        move on


                   the best is yet to come

Oh!
     Sadness,


How I yearn
                         for
                               thee.

you are
        everywhere

and im nowhere

you are
          everything

and im nothing

life always finds its

me