15 years young. Aspiring to inspire.
Cuts on my thighs Scars on my wrists Cuts on my side My story has a twist Smiling everywhere I go Deception and rain On the outside I'm grinning Pretending I'm sane.
The Man and the Lighthouse There once lived a man near the shore. Of what shore I know not or of what time he lived but his story lives on.
I know you probably feel like sleeping. I'm right there with you. I had a wonderful time. It was the best night I'd had since I don't know when, so thank you so very much for giving me that.
Thoughts eating each other alive I'm wondering if ill even survive I'm hurting inside, nobody knows I'm a gruesome person, from my head to my toes "Help me," I'm pleading "I'm drowning.
Twirling me about in the midnight wind, Helping me see the sun again.
I haven't been on Opuss in a while... I doubt I have been sincerely missed at all. I haven't really written in a while, I'm starting to doubt that writing is my call.
My head is pounding, Leaving me doubting. Our memories, I'm counting. Voices within are sounding. You're merely a fatal thought now, Corrupting my every dream.
• Make someone smile every day. • Watch as the wind makes the trees sway. • Do not debate. Instead, say, "Okay." * Try my best to be happy. • Accept my talents; do not deny them.
The sunshine stands enticing, pleading for my hand. I cannot accept her offer, for in the dark I stand. Her spirit seems inviting, notable happiness and light.
The way your eyes melt, as if daylight's a gift. Your wounded heart's in quicksand, the kind you cannot sift. Can't you see my adoration. I've been here all along.
"Hello, darling. How've you been?" "Much, much better since you and I came to an end." "Horrid evening, when you and I split apart.
When I was just a young one, A tiny, wobbling thing. You were always there for me, You taught me everything. I'm crying as I write this, You're beautiful, but you disagree.
The lightning tore through my window, As if to cut my bedroom in two. I hid behind my terrified face, Unsure of what to do. A girl as small as seven years, Lying in a pool of warm, salty tears.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me".
Lalala, I cannot sleep, I've done this at least three times this week. Once I finally talk myself into slumber, I wake with the clock showing the smallest of numbers.
"Be so happy that when others see you, they become happy too.".
I do believe my favorite part of day, Is after you're awake, yet in the bed you lay. Just laying and thinking and thinking, Nothing really to do.
Lovely little mind you have, Beautiful curiosity. No faults whatsoever lie in you, Not one stitch of mediocrity. In all this hurly-burly, I find, in you, my safety.
Dear Daddy, I know you're probably busy with the angels and stuff, so I apologize in advance for bothering you. I just feel really insecure. I mean, haha. I always do, but now a lot worse than ever.
Take me somewhere beautiful. Take me to the coast. Paint me with sunshine. Let the sand play beneath my toes. Take me somewhere beautiful. Take me to the coast.
I shall be telling this with a sigh. I haven't slept in a week. Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. What happens to a heart deferred. Looks like nothing's gonna change.
Jealousy seems dark, dark green. Like hatred that never ends. I see everything I long for with someone other than me. I hear a horrible ringing throughout my head.
You, my dear, are a song. You're made of many things, That can touch different lives. Your words are in some hearts, Your passion leaving wonder in their eyes..
Motioning toward the open window, my long hair blowing back behind me, I direct the children out the window into the darkness.
"I'm tired. I'm lonely. I'm sad inside. I wear a fake smile and my feelings hide." If anyone reading this feels this way, Please. Please realize, you were made this way. You were made to be different.
Rain... Rain's a peculiar thing. Some say it's the happy tears of angels falling. Some say it's the clouds crying. I believe rain comes to comfort us. Everything seems much calmer, bluer, with rain.
I've finally come to accept myself. My oddities, quirks, and tiniest mishaps. I know I'm lovely and please know you are too. Make yourself into a more confident, already perfect, you..
Once upon a time there was a bird. She was blue and cared about her nest very much.
I have a hard time thinking, About how you've turned to dust. I remember how your smile lit my way, And saved me from my ruts. I remember me in my depression, How you physically kissed my cuts.
Scars are not a bad thing, Believe me when I say. Scars are not a bad thing, Even when they start to fade. Scars remind us all, Of what all we've been through.