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*Loud band starts to play*
*Awkwardly turns around*
*Family look at me*
Yeah...*Nervous laugh* ok.
Dear stranger,
Sadly it has came to the time where we no longer call each other best friends. And although its been only four months, I feel like my heart is slowly breaking at the days that remind me of you. When I see the picture of you smiling, tears fill my eyes knowing that I am not. Threre is only guilt of what I could and should of said. All the long nights that us two would argue bring back awful flashbacks I wish to not remember. I wish to only rememeber the best things about you,like how you loved to read and drink hot cocoa on the park bench. But after walking home from the park your demons would come alive and slowly attack your mind. It was my job to fight your demons, and sadly I failed. I was more of a therapist rather than a friend, and when I could not help enough the guilt had fled back into my mind. What if I lost him? What if he saw me as I see myself? The time had came where you had seen me the way I saw myself and I dreaded it. I still look back at the words I said and wish I could only change them. I never wanted it to be like this. I never stopped caring, nor ever will. I still wish that I could wake to the days where I knew that you were right by my side. Where I knew it was just you and I against the awful world. Sadly it has came to the day where we pass by each other as strangers, not a single smile on our faces. No wave hello, no how have you been...just numb. To think that the person that I had whole dedication to, a person I thought I could fix. With the pain in my chest as I whimper in fear that someone else will now see me at my worst. A worthless idiot with made up dreams about a person ever possibly caring for them. Although we both had said some awful things, I only wish to take them back, to take everything back. Maybe if I had done something different. It would of never ended up this way. I still love you dearly.
Yours truly,
just another stranger.
Sadly it has came to the time where we no longer call each other best friends. And although its been only four months, I feel like my heart is slowly breaking at the days that remind me of you. When I see the picture of you smiling, tears fill my eyes knowing that I am not. Threre is only guilt of what I could and should of said. All the long nights that us two would argue bring back awful flashbacks I wish to not remember. I wish to only rememeber the best things about you,like how you loved to read and drink hot cocoa on the park bench. But after walking home from the park your demons would come alive and slowly attack your mind. It was my job to fight your demons, and sadly I failed. I was more of a therapist rather than a friend, and when I could not help enough the guilt had fled back into my mind. What if I lost him? What if he saw me as I see myself? The time had came where you had seen me the way I saw myself and I dreaded it. I still look back at the words I said and wish I could only change them. I never wanted it to be like this. I never stopped caring, nor ever will. I still wish that I could wake to the days where I knew that you were right by my side. Where I knew it was just you and I against the awful world. Sadly it has came to the day where we pass by each other as strangers, not a single smile on our faces. No wave hello, no how have you been...just numb. To think that the person that I had whole dedication to, a person I thought I could fix. With the pain in my chest as I whimper in fear that someone else will now see me at my worst. A worthless idiot with made up dreams about a person ever possibly caring for them. Although we both had said some awful things, I only wish to take them back, to take everything back. Maybe if I had done something different. It would of never ended up this way. I still love you dearly.
Yours truly,
just another stranger.
I sit here
everyday
and pick apart my flaws
like weeds
and I
wonder
how anyone
could see them as
roses.
everyday
and pick apart my flaws
like weeds
and I
wonder
how anyone
could see them as
roses.
I tell myself I
don't need anyone but the
truth is, they don't need me.
truth is, they don't need me.
and the fact that
you think so
many bad
things about
yourself
and dont see the
beauty
in you
is sad
you think so
many bad
things about
yourself
and dont see the
beauty
in you
is sad
because
you really
are the most
perfect
person I have ever
laid my eyes on
you really
are the most
perfect
person I have ever
laid my eyes on
Confession
63
I really hate to say it, but my mother is turning into a wh0re
I really hate to say it, but my mother is turning into a wh0re
confession
61
I'm so use to telling someone i love them whenever they say something amazing and that I appricate,
many people find it weird.
I'm so use to telling someone i love them whenever they say something amazing and that I appricate,
many people find it weird.
He has seen
me
when I wake in the morning with messy hair and sleepy eyes,
where I would rather say in bed all day relaxing
but he still finds me lovely.
He has seen me
When I know I'm not going anywhere special, but I dress anyway
Where I get all dolled-up and adoring
but he still finds me lovely.
He has seen me
When I don't feel comfortable in my own skin, but let him in
where its just us two and trusting
but he still finds me lovely
He has seen me
When I am just tired and want to go home
where I drag my feet and head is aching
but he still finds me lovely.
He has seen me
When I am worn out and shakey
where I cry and slowly breaking
but he still finds me lovely.
I have seen him
when he is at his weakest
where he is at his most encouraging
and I still find him lovely.
when I wake in the morning with messy hair and sleepy eyes,
where I would rather say in bed all day relaxing
but he still finds me lovely.
He has seen me
When I know I'm not going anywhere special, but I dress anyway
Where I get all dolled-up and adoring
but he still finds me lovely.
He has seen me
When I don't feel comfortable in my own skin, but let him in
where its just us two and trusting
but he still finds me lovely
He has seen me
When I am just tired and want to go home
where I drag my feet and head is aching
but he still finds me lovely.
He has seen me
When I am worn out and shakey
where I cry and slowly breaking
but he still finds me lovely.
I have seen him
when he is at his weakest
where he is at his most encouraging
and I still find him lovely.
