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I
want too much.
I
want the new, the old,
the
future, the past.
I
want smiles and tears.
I
want the sea, as well as the burning
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“This
is out of hate, not love.”
Tears
filled her eyes, but she held
it
in, just like she always had to.
Being
the black sh..
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The hands loosened their grip.I readjusted my rib cage and poppedit back into place.Light-headed, I managed to stand upand take a look at myself in th..
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My eyes are worn out from looking
for answers to questions that I don't
think will ever be resolved.
Will I ever be better?
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If you've read any of mypointlessramblings//thank you.it means a lot.I hope to be better soon.
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I'm losing who I am.I don't have friends anymore exceptfor myself.I'm losing my only friend.
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Imagine being something that is lost.
Lost in the sense of that you cannot be found and, chances are, you
will never be found again. Where would you..
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It's one of the events in life that
I'll never fully understand. I won't ever be able to wrap my mind around why people try
to appear happier over t..
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It doesn't have to be a long period of
time. If you give your heart to somebody for any amount of time,
whether they accept it or not, you'll never ..
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The distance grew like plants
the miles spreading like a disease
your heart grew fonder onto somebody else
I hope you're good.
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