livein-freedom

There are words that cannot describe, The feeling I feel right now. There used to be nights that I could sleep, And now I feel that sleep will become foreign. I am upset with myself, I did the math in my head, But people cannot be solved by a simple equation. It was just another person, I’ll move on soon enough. And they’ll become nothing more than a distant memory. One that could have been cherished, But they don’t live up to the standards, To be worshipped by anyone, Or even just me. Another false idol removed from the world, Another dream shattered into oblivion.

I feel like I could run a million miles, Fuelled by the anger that seeps inside. I wanted it to be perfect, But forgot the simple rule; Life is not perfect, And happiness does not come easy. It’s something to work for, And I have not worked enough. I know how easy it is to fall back into old routines, And there are times that I wish I could, But sadness is not a gift in life, It is much a burden upon ones soul. It tells them things that are not true, Its screams inside of you, Tearing you apart at the seams, But it is easy to feel sad, And harder to feel happy. So there are times I wish the worst, Because life is a hard burden, And I d

I feel like I mess things up all the time. Friendships can blossom, Or they can fade. I make them dwindle, I scare them away. I guess it was my imagination again, I thought it would be different, I had it all planned out. Maybe it’s the artist in myself, Or maybe I’m destined to be alone, At this moment, I don’t really care, Because I made the wrong choices, And in the end, it was all my fault. So this goes out to myself, To stop messing things up, Because I have no one to blame but myself. It was perfect at first, Just another book unturned, And I finished it too quickly, Not taking the delicate time, It takes to read a pie

In my head I had always been beautiful. Society told me otherwise. Overweight was a word that described me. Society told me I should be skinny. Everything became to much to handle. Society told me I should stop complaining. I decided to take the blade. Society told me I was a freak. I decided not to eat. Society told me that I was stupid. I decided to purge. Society began to ignore me. I decided to like my own sex. Society tried to correct me. I decided to get help. Society pushed me away. I decided to write a note to society. Society ignored. I decided to cut the wrong way. Suddenly society listened. But it was too late. And then they soon f

Broken in pieces. Waiting to be fixed. Contemplated love. No desire. No spark. A blank canvas. Taken to heaven. Lost without life. Breaking inside. An angels breath. Breathing out the truth of today's youth.

I think that you truly do not understand what you mean to me. I try my hardest to put a smile on my face when you walk by, But sometimes I realize that the pain of never having you, Hurts more than any pain that I have brought upon myself. At first you made me realize my mistakes, But then you took no notice, And all my hopes and dreams faded into a black abyss. And I realized that everything I pictured you to be, Was only my imagination being brought to life.

Love is an unkind mistress. Striking randomly, as if chosen only from the stars. Found unbroken and given away fragmented. And there I stood as a broken, fragmented toy, Waiting to be fixed, but no one came to my rescue, Instead I had to fix myself, gluing the pieces back together, Until I was a broken perfection.