Sensitive
You told me I was too sensitive. Is sensitive feeling so uncomfortable in your own skin that you can't sit still.
“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”
You told me I was too sensitive. Is sensitive feeling so uncomfortable in your own skin that you can't sit still.
I wish I was born a buoy, Just bobbing about the sea, Helping others find their way, In such a beautiful place... What else could I possibly need?.
I can but fathom, This vicious sea. Even captain is scared, Of the battles she must face. Will she guide her crew to shore. Or will they all, Drown?.
" I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." -Albert Einstein.
You look so pretty, But it's a trick, I can see beyond your painted lips, Your darkened eyes, Your orange skin. You're nothing but a weed inside..
You have no reason to be happy. So what are you going to do. Sit there and sulk. My friend, you have so much to learn, Sometimes we smile for the sake of smiling, Nothing else to it.
Stay away from him, He's a wallflower. He knows not of fun But he knows, He knows so much. Too much. He will understand, The horrible and selfish things you do.
I saw you by the ocean, Just sitting there. Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, For the tide to come and wash away your memories, So deep and dark and blue..
I've always asked the same question, How can I like myself, if nobody likes me. But today, I realised that the real question is, How can anybody like me, if I can't like myself?.
Perfect skin, Perfect hair, Always laughing, It seems like you have no cares. But I see it in your eyes, A glimpse of terror. You're tormented behind those euphemistic lies.
I find it so hard to think that you were once real. You seem like another figment, I made up in my mind. I can almost sense your ghostly imprint, In every memory, You left behind.
I'm a mountain that has been moved, I'm a river that is all dried up, I'm an ocean nothing floats on, I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in, I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot, I'm a moon that never...
I want you, To look at me. I don't just mean, To look at me, But to see me, The proper me, And understand. Your perception is, An optical illusion..
You think you can help others, But look at yourself, You're a mess, You do more harm than good..
Tiny, yet massive. Loving, yet hateful. Stubborn, yet passive. Different, yet the same. Everything about her screams,"hypocrite", Even though, they're the thing she hates most of all.
Dark eyed dreamers, They were a dangerous pair, Q next to U scribbled out on paper..
Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting..
I'll go to bed at a decent hour, when I find something worth waking up for..
The sun is out, But not for long. In the distance, Something's gone wrong. The cloud is here, To darken your day.
They know him as, "The Boy Who Lived", Surviving dark's evil curse, But to us, He is not only, "The Boy Who Lived", He is the boy, Who put life in, Us..
When someone asks me how was my day, I never know what to say. You see, I don't have "good days" or "bad days". I simply have days with both good bits and bad bits..
“Be real, because a mask only fools people on the outside. Pretending to be someone you're not takes a toll on the real you, and the real you is more important than anyone else.” -Alex Gaskarth.
Distorted thoughts and unsure morals, Lack of confidence and paranoia. But hey, at least I like good music..
We're locked inside the universe, Waiting to be freed. And the key is lost, In the midst of our greed. Can anyone save us?.
They're going to come and get you. Thump, thump, thump. Is that the beat of your heart. Or, is it the heavy plods, Of the monster, Waiting to attack. Thump, thump, thump. It's getting louder now.
You're like the weatherman, Ranting and raving about depression, Even though it's sunny outside..