you are two different people whereas i am the stars. you're always going back and forth between being the sun and the moon. but whenever you are the sun i seem to fade away. im still there, but its as if im invisible.
we all base the way we mature on self improvement. i just wish that some people would realize that they were perfect the way they were. because they honestly were perfect.
Time after time She threw herself into that well Knowing, hoping Someone would save her But as time went on and she continued to do so, They got sick and tired of saving her from her own self So there she sat in that well, And there she died in that well.
It just feels like the world is against me As if my back is arched in the opposite direction of the wind The suns rays are draining me of my color My foot steps are all backwards I can't seem to take a breath with out gasping for air With every word I say comes a sigh of disgust My life is full of disappointment and the world isn't making it any easier
the sun; it rises it lowers and it has it's light stolen from the moon. of all of them you'd never think it to be the moon to do such a thing. steal ones light and takes it's fame fore with the moon comes sadness and there is more sadness than there is joy.
We expect too much, or maybe too little. In any case of the indecisive mind we should never have to expect someone to be there in a time of need for we all are in a constant time of need.
as i sit, sit and wait sit and think sit and deprive myself of humanity, which doesn't exist any longer, i start to question why why did all of this happen why now why me but then i remembered, i'm a **** up and thats why
you looked me in the eyes you apologized you call me beautiful you called me baby you told me you missed me you told me you were sorry you held me tight you wouldn't let me go just like my feelings for you which have started to grow
It got to the point where I thought I was even more depressed than I was, the person who was supposed to be helping was making it worse, I had given up on everything that had once given me joy. All of this happened because I thought I was depressed.
i heard not a sound escape from your lips in the past few weeks but the moment i did i heard every word you had wished to of said and i'm not sure if i missed the sound of your voice more so, or the words you spoke (a.b)
you you know me so well you know what im thinking you know what im going through you know im writing about you you know that i love you you know me by my footsteps you know my many laughs you know my eyes, my smile, my every move more than i do myself you know **me
its like the building block for the upcoming dreadful emotions.
its as if your imagination knows something your heart and mind dont.
like its always a few steps or actions ahead from the rest of you.
you can hear voices from all different paths and you know one of those paths will lead you out of that before stage and back to the happyness but you also know the others will only pitchen in color and theyll close you in and there is no turning back to make the right choice.
but the part that is the craziest is i hear you voice louder then the rest.
its as if im going crazy.
it really is.
with the devils and demons and monsters pulling at the threads that hold me together trying to find that last strand.
but its almost as if someone or something is holding onto that last strand.