Some days are worse than othersBut just the same, some days are better than othersAnd when there not a lot goes through my mind I feel like I'm not enough Or like what I do won't make a differenceI feel like my world falls apart and every single turn I take will be my destruction I feel And when I feel I hurtOn these days, looking in a mirror is hard On these days, loving is hard Feeling is hard Being alive is hard I push...

I'm told I'm too picky I'm told to lower my standardsTo stop wanting what I want I'm told my type is too rare and that I will never find that My type? I don't have a type  I mean if you count human qualities a type then I guess I do  I want him to love me whole heartedly  I want him to show me off as if I'm his most prized possession  I want him to smile at me like all he can see is me  I want to know he cares and he love...

I was told I couldn't love anyone if I didn't love myselfBut that's not what my heart says when I look at a picture of you That's not what my mind says when I hear your nameThat's not what my body says when I react to your touch I never loved myself My thoughts would always just consume me, and I would give up Waking up to a message from you puts a smile on my face each and every day from the moment I woke up to the momen...

Lie down with me It's the only place where I feel safeWhere all that can be heard is our breath mixing together as we whisper sweet nothing into the wind Our hearts beating as one as if that's all they were meant to do As if that's what they lived for Happiness in your arms is all I want and I feel while surrounded by your warmth It's the only place where I can think clearlyMy thought no longer clouded by the doubt and fe...

I was so young when I had those thoughts "I'm ugly." I looked at the stretch marks and the acne, and I wouldn't pick out one thing that I likedI saw my thighs and envied the girls with thigh gaps I saw my lips and wanted them to be fuller My hips were too wide My hands were too smallMy eyes weren't a pretty color I hated my noseMy face was way too red And I couldn't stand the way that I laughed One day I was looking in th...

Old man. Why do you sing in the snow? ... I fear I could break history with my tears. ... Yes I see, Our lives shatter like thin ice.  The will of the river shall run deep. ...Old man. Why do you cry? ... I fear nothing anymore. For you have found me and take me by my blue withered hand. ... Come home grandfather Christmas dinner is warm.   

Sticks and stones are vicious things,The hurt they bring intense.Whips and chains make chosen painIn careful increments.Words are better -- stronger tools.Brutal, ruthless, savage.They break no bones -- those truths, those lies.More potent is their damage.Your words, my love, they changed my life;I died the day I met you.You said you loved me, said, “Forever.”I wish I could forget you.  

It was our first date  Lights dim and plates full Perfect words spoken at just the right time He said everything I wanted him to say He did everything I hoped that he would do  He walked me to my door like the perfect gentleman He even held the door open for me while I got in the car But no matter what was happening, all I could think of was you Your image engraved into my mind as if you were there since the beginning You...

"Beauty is pain" Or at least that's what we were taught to believe.  So we get up and work on the painting that is our faces.  We don't sleep enough, but that's okay. That's what's concealer is for.  We don't have that perfect jaw line but it's okay, we can just contour.  Our cheeks aren't pink enough, so we pack on some blush.  Our lips aren't full enough, so we overdraw.  We don't like our eye brows, so we shave them of...

His music takes me to sleepWhen I am down and in painHe soothes the ache of despairWith his words, in his musicHis shouts of angerRelieved me of mineEvery anger he shoutsMakes mine calmWhat a waste of a great lifeA great artist that helped meTo survive my own battleWith depression, that he can'tThinking of ending lifeThe coward in me is afraidAsking myself is it really that cheap?To just end it, but others want to live.An...

It’s quiet.The dogs,My lover,My son, Appliances,Weather…Mute.Nothing,Save for crickets and frogs,The symphonyOf the subtropics.I bask in the rarity,Feel my soul sing.For when it’s quiet,When I am nothingTo anyone,I am free.

How can you handle it with care? When you are flying with happiness Felt like your feet are on the clouds That you could reach the skies above How can you handle it with care? When you are swimming with roses Felt like your body is floating on the sea That you could walk above the ocean How can you handle it with care? When your only thoughts are yourself Felt like you can do anything That you forgot he is there beside yo...

He used to look at me from the moonHe got brave and came down for meAnd the sun started to shine on meHe loves me to the moon and backHe showered me with so much loveAnd the flowers bloom around meHe can make me smile without effortHe can make me cry with happinessAnd the birds sing the happy tunesHe is my dearest man in the moonHe comes down from time to timeAnd he is still watching over me 

I have been all over the earth. I have left footprints in blood and clay in every nursery rhyme.  If I had a chance I would dance on everybody's grave. Don't you think a merry jig is a good reason to live?If you ask me how many paces it is to the moon,  I'll laugh and say you are not old enough to drink that white light. You think you have paid the price? Maybe you have but I minted that coin. Keep your eyes open and clos...

What is sound? You know the things that make our ears twitch. Music and laughter... The agony of disaster? What are they? This metamorphic tremor in our ears? Does it come in random static? How do we differentiate good from bad? C# above natural c can shatter glass. Sound can make you throw up or go unconscious. In the sound of the shatters and splinters, there is a voice. Such a trembling whisper. Do we not spend our liv...