I have completely lost touch with reality. I forgot how good it felt to look on the bright side and be my own source of happiness. I have jumped from person to person trying to get someone to make me happy yet now I know I am the only person fully capable of achieving my happiness. I forgot how nice it was to sit down and write and not keep everything bottled up. It is such a nice feeling. I feel as if I am loved between the pen and the paper
A Title is RequiredA Poem by violetta york / nicki elleSometimes I wish everything would work out. Or I wish I could make things clear. But I, I cannot. So I will spend my time today overthinking all the situations and being upset I cannot change what other people think or do, but if I could I would feel loved by so many people who I have lost due to my own insecurities and mind It would be easier to cry but sometimes you just can’t so you sit and wallow and wait for something else bad to happen I am supposed to be learning a lesson from the universe but I think the only lesson I have is to be willingly sad and hopeless I’d just want someone who shares something with me to stay around and talk for awhile. Nothing romantic, nothing sexual; just a bond between two people sharing a soul for an hour or so © 2013 violetta york / nicki elle |
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Added on April 14, 2013 Last Updated on April 14, 2013 Authorvioletta york / nicki ellechicago, ILAboutsun ♓ / moon ♐ / rising ♌ young girl in love trying to find my way. instagram: nickiielle tumblr: petaleyes.tumblr.com more..Writing
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