When you world is crumbling and you are your own worst critic and terrible enemy what are you supposed to do.
When all the thoughts in your head make you feel like ripping off your skin to start anew what are you supposed to do.
When you think of continuing to live each day like this what are you supposed to do.
What am I supposed to do when getting out of bed in the morning is impossible.
What am I supposed to do when I feel every person in my life is pretending to deal with me.
What am I supposed to do?
Every night I make a wish,
A simple wish, A strong wish,
A wish for you, just you,
Nothing more, Nothing less.
I squint my eyes real tight,
Picture you in my mind,
Seeing you in full detail,
Amazing technicolor.
You don't realize my wish,
And I won't ever tell,
I'm scared that if you knew,
My wish would never come true.
Even if it never comes true,
I'll continue,
Every night,
To wish for just you.
That's all my wish is,
It's you, always you,
Can you believe my lips,
As they form your name,
To the stars streaking through the sky.
When you world is crumbling and you are your own worst critic and terrible enemy what are you supposed to do.
When all the thoughts in your head make you feel like ripping off your skin to start anew what are you supposed to do.
When you think of continuing to live each day like this what are you supposed to do.
What am I supposed to do when getting out of bed in the morning is impossible.
What am I supposed to do when I feel every person in my life is pretending to deal with me.
What am I supposed to do?
Every night I make a wish,
A simple wish, A strong wish,
A wish for you, just you,
Nothing more, Nothing less.
I squint my eyes real tight,
Picture you in my mind,
Seeing you in full detail,
Amazing technicolor.
You don't realize my wish,
And I won't ever tell,
I'm scared that if you knew,
My wish would never come true.
Even if it never comes true,
I'll continue,
Every night,
To wish for just you.
That's all my wish is,
It's you, always you,
Can you believe my lips,
As they form your name,
To the stars streaking through the sky.
I believe that everything happens for a reason and I'm the type of person who has trouble trusting people. If you break my trust, you may never have again. I know that sounds bad, and it seems I have problems, but I'm overcoming it. I love photography, poetry (emotional mostly), and I can not catch my breath when I see something so purely beautiful.
Love. What is love.
A glowing happiness.
Giving yourself to another.
Smiles, and giggles, and bliss.
Space, and time apart.
Bitter fights, nights alone.
Worry and regrets.
A weakness.
Giving another control.
Being broken.
Hurt. Left battered and alone.
Love has many stages.
Love changes people.
Sometimes for the good.
Sometimes for the worse.
It can leave you so hurt.
Or so blissfully unaware.
It isn't a plan.
It happens.
I can't plan it.
You can't plan it.
That's where I went wrong.
I planned.
I should have just lived.
Before it was too late.
I've got to start living.
I don't believe in God. I honestly just don't. I don't think he actually exists, but for those of you who do, I have a question. Could you pray for my grandma. She does believe in God, and she has just been diagnosed for the fifth and sixth form of cancer. She now has liver and pancreatic cancer, and her odds aren't so good right now. She needs to be a whole lot stronger to do chemo, and she needs a miracle basically. I wouldn't normally ask this of anyone. But she believes.