You see the sunshine
I see the rain.
I see the rain.
I will sing no requiem, tonight
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”
-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Manon, Ballerina
Era un ángel, por eso escapó de mi infierno.
It seems like it never really was enough…
It hurts when the people you love the most care the least.
How worth is it to tell you everything that I’m feeling right now?
If you look in the face of evil, evil’s gonna look right back at you.
if you want to be happy, you will soon be it. happiness is just a decision away.
- learned it the hard way cause noone told me
We never fall in love with the wrong person, we just fall in love at the wrong times. Love is never wrong, it just arrives at the wrong time and leaves us happier and shattered at the same time.
Today I had the urge to hurt myself again
And I’m starting to think with how easily I was replaced, that every time you told me you loved me, you were just lying.
Or that every kiss was full of pity, and not love like it used to be.
Or how we spent all night on the phone, and now I spend them thinking about every little thing that went wrong.
That every hug was just to get me to leave you alone.
I’m starting to think that everything we ever fucking had. Everything. Didn’t mean a thing to you.
Even though you told me a thousand times that you loved me. That you wanted me. That you’d never leave.
But then again,
Where are you now?
They asked me, “Why do you hurt yourself?”
I just said, “Others hurted me, so I got the right to do it on myself too.”
Tell me. Why do I have this life when everything comes to an end anyway.