some memories are just too beautiful to forget.
some memories are just too beautiful to forget.
If I could have wished for everything to turn out differently, I would have in a heartbeat. Sometimes we are just left to deal with the way things are.- J.Wool, Soul Whispers
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your no angel
but this isn’t heaven; demons are allowed here—so i see you walk in and i can’t stop you from turning my heart to fiberglass and saying those things you always say and i can’t stop myself from falling for you again; no matter where we are— because your the one my heart screams for every single night;
—and nothing will stop me from loving you every time you give me the chance
imagine the most advanced yet peaceful alien race having the biology of 3d anime characters but they’ve been observing our planet for centuries and has seen enough shit on the internet that they just know how humans will treat them.
death is for the living.
its they that suffer most.
a life left for giving.
I raise a glass to toast.
a toast just for the peace.
for giving up the ghost.
the dead suffer least.
its the living that suffer most.
I look down from above.
or from the fires below.
I’ve never really known love.
the living just do not know.
when no ones there and no one cares,
its lonely in my world.
sometimes death shows its wares,
as my world it slowly slows
sex and drugs and rock n roll.
my songs in a different chord.
it seems at times I’ve sold my soul,
no future to look towards.
and now alone I seek to see,
if death might be an answer.
no longer free to just be me,
is life just another cancer?
eating at my flesh n blood,
my spirits growing weak.
trying to do all I should,
no one hears these words I speak.
now that the end is near,
I close my eyes in pain.
knowing that theres none to fear,
I see my lifes bloodstain.
The voices talking in my head,
telling me I’m better off dead.
Wish they’d go away,instead
Got the razor then I bled.
Felt the calm peaceful glowing,
As the blood started flowing,
Stainless Steel slowly pulling,
In my soul a darkness growing.
Maybe one day they will see
What life truly has done to me
As I float in this lonely sea
A broken man is what I’ll be.
Can no one truly understand
This hollow feeling inside this man
Walking alone without a plan
In this grey and savage land
Inside he draws,inside his mind
He must be OK,he seems just fine
No one knows he’s out of time
As he walks a razors thin line
Day by day he struggles long
Trying to right all his wrongs
Wishing to find a one to belong
A woman to love..to share his song.
But till that time,he’s turned old and grey
Waiting for a woman who never came
Tiring now,weary of this game
A lonely ole man going slowly insane…
Depression comes in cycles it seems..up and down..its a vicious cycle that seems uncontrollable.yes,…meds work,yet are u still u when ur under thier influence.I choose not to take them because they make me feel as if I’m not me.instead I try to recognize what’s depression n what’s reality..difficult at times yes..sometimes I feel like a Vulcan,with no emotions but still functioning.I think its one reason I’m a loner…less stress n drama.I can focus on myself..my demons..I let few people in my world,but know that if I do allow u in then to me u are very special indeed..just remember when ur at ur lowest,it does get better.it may get worse again but it will always get better..thats the cycle.thats the reality…
yall ever feel like a pineapple pizza in a mostly pepperoni pizza world??
i gave you my heart on a plate
but your hands were shaky
the sad thing is
we let other people
be in charge of our feelings
we let them decide how we should feel.
if i could ever love someone else
i would still chose to love you
we are made of dust
but you blow away that dust in me
They can fit the whole world in one breath
They cause strangers to smile with surprise
When they yell, the wind roars back
With their words, they can make souls quiver
The world encloses them and they are tiny
And yet they can rise and dance in the sun
They can sit and listen to the stars
And when they sing, they moon sings back
They are a child and they are old
They are wise and they know nothing
They can love with a love endlessly deep
And hate with a pitch black desperation
They will not break under the pain
They trot on, resistant and strong
Yet they cry and the ocean spills
Their force can be gentle like ripples
Their skin is a canvas of art
Their soul is worn and carved and shining
They are sensible creatures, but horrible too
They touch and there’s sparkling explosions
Reality overwhelms them at once
They are alive
And they are
All of us.
She wiped her tears away, put on a fake smile and acted like nothing happened. And nobody ever noticed how she was breaking inside.
Sadness feels like home. I’m just so comfortable in it that I even dare to say that the feeling of happiness is uncomfortable and weird. Sadness is kinda willing.
& if I’m being honest I don’t wanna see you happy,
I hate the thought of me bein in the backseat. You can tell your new girlfriend she can @ me, that’s just my thoughts but I guess you never asked me. You can’t break up if you never really dated, can’t make love if loves separated, can’t make up when somebody’s replaced it, I’m lookin for us but the world keeps changin.
How you know when you fall out of love? You stop wanting to be there for the hard times. You still enjoy the good times but the less happy things get, the less want to stick around … and that’s just not right.
… you haunt mine.