Tell me I’m precious like the expensive jewelry you always tend to keep safe. Tell me you love me so that I don’t have to wonder where your heart truly lies. Tell me you need me so I feel like I belong instead of unwanted. Tell me you’ll be there even on my darkest days because I get depressed a lot and need a friendly face. Tell me you understand that I need time during those days instead of saying that you don’t care. Tell me I’m beautiful so I can see the beauty in me.
Why did you have to leave me here with them, when you knew you were the one who kept us together? Why did you go and leave me here by myself, with no one who understands me? Why did you die?
There are times we lose ourselves in the process of trying to fit in and please everyone. There are times we lose ourselves when we try to change who we truly are. Then there are times when we lose ourselves just because we do not know who we are. Lost in a world where everyone is mainly focused on themselves, only a few are willing to lend you a hand on your journey. But sometimes even those that we think are genuine, are leeches behind screens, sucking you dry as you move along.
What we look for in others is a reflection of the person we are inside.
Some people feel the rain, others just get wet. I, however, get drowned by thee pitter patter of raindrops in my soul.
Your love is wide like the ocean and full of emotion. When you smile you make me cry because you are beautiful like the sun. Your lips are blue like berries, my lips are red like cherries and without you, there is no life for me.
You said you loved me but you went and did something you should not have done. You watch me like I am your prey and you are my hunter.
After every tear, you will see me. After every joy, you will mess me. After everything, you will need me. To hold, to comfort, to laugh and to cry with you.
I'm the type of person that tells you to forgive but I can't forgive myself. It's been 11 years and counting since my brother died and I cant forgive myself because I wasn't able to save him. I was his big sister I was supposed to be his protector but yet I failed him.
She’s tired of faking laughs and faking smiles to seem half okay when all she is, is gone. So far gone that she's dead, so freaking dead that the only thing that keeps her alive is the sound of her dead brother's voice and his image but now she doesn't remember any of it so she's denigrating. There’s no one to save her and she can't even save herself, so she waits for death to realize its mistake. She waits for death to undo it, undo its mistake or give her a chance to hear her sweet brother’s voice again and remember what he looks like. She waits because that's all that’s left to do.