call me anything
but dont call me by name, it pains me.
tell me if i was gone you would be better. (because i dont believe you.)
you tell me i bring nothing
but who would supply the feelings, if i wasnt here?
you never think about whats inside of my voice.
all you see is the volume of my words.
you say you dont like this place, that it holds bad memories...
yeah...its the place.
I guess without me youd have it all.
somewhere in between being sick and being ok...
your real feelings bled through.
and i dont think you like who i am.
you put your pain on my shoulders
and make me feel every inch of your faults.
no matter who attacks, its my fault
if i would do better, try harder, be different.
i feel tragedy, because i refuse to change.
im not stubborn, or difficult
i just know who i am
maybe if you knew yourself completely
you would understand.
i change for no one
and stand by myself.
i cry inside because you have no love for you.
things can always be better
or so you say
i cant believe that
because i embrace each moment of my life
and choose not to punish myself
for letting others expectations down.
when it comes down to it
we are all alone
so i love myself with the truest love there is
because if im alone
i better be happy with me
else....what is the point?
tasting each moment...a flavor explosion.
your life is art...you dont know that?
feel each feeling with everything you have
because its walking away from you
but we have today...
we have today
are you mad?...break something. But feel it.
feel the glass leave your hand.
feel its loss as it rushes the floor
feel the shatter in your soul
let it break your anger
are you sad?
cry with your whole soul
hot tears running down
sorrowful cries aching as they escape your throat
and if your happy...hold the moment.
this is life
this is all we have
it cannot be paused or pushed
hold your own hand.
in the quiet of the night
when all thats left is me
and there are no words to get in the way
i think of the ocean.
i visualize myself
in the dark
barefoot in the sand
wind rushing my body
massive endless ocean
it makes me feel nearer to myself somehow.
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