Bubbles123456

Do ^more than _^just exist.

Bad boy.
Good lips.

She stared at the stars like they were a pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.

I know you've lost someone and it hurts. You may have lost them suddenly, unexpectedly. Or perhaps you began loosing pieces of them until one day, there was nothing left. You may have barely known them at all. Either way, it is irrevelent-you cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.

Which is why I am not here to tell you tomorrow is another day. That the sun will go on shining. Or there are plenty of fish in the sea. What I will tell you is this; it's okay to be hurting as much as you are. What you are feeling is not only completelt valid but necessary- because it makes you so much more human. And though I can't promise it will get better any time soon, I can tell you that it will- eventually. For now, all you can do is take your time. Take all the time you need.

Just Friends

I know that I don't own you,

and perhaps I never will,
so my anger when you're with her,
I have no right to feel.

 

I know that you don't own me,

and I shouldn't ask for more;
I shouldn't feel so let down.
all the times when you don't call.

What I feel, I shouldn't show you,

so when you're around I won't;
I know I've no right to feel it-
but it doesn't mean I don't.
 

   A bed;
   where most teenagers find themselves
                               for 16 hours of the day,
               because they'd rather sleep than
                               deal with their problems
                           And if sleep is for the weak,
          then teenagers are the weakest group
                                                          It's a drug
            You close your eyes and just like that,
      you're gone and reality connot touch you
                      And if nothing was ever a priority,
 most of us wouldn't bother waking up
 

I hate school bathrooms...
I hate public bathrooms...
I hate any bathroom
that isn't my own.

I wish I was as invisible as you make me feel.

I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret

(I) asked the voices,
Why do you (want) me to die?
They  didn't reply (to) my question.
My skin just decided to (bleed out) the answers,
Pointing out (every flaw) on my ugly skin,
Leaving even more scars (on my body).
(I hate myself) even more than before.
(For) each purple line remides me of a time that
(Being) strong wasn't an option,
And being (weak) was the only one left.