It gets lonely.
But loneliness is ok.
Loneliness is where we find ourselves.
Where we learn who we are.
But when the loneliness gets bad.
I simply think to myself.
There's someone out there.
Who is just as lonely as me.
Things Left UnsaidSo many things were left unsaid.
I never got the chance to talk.
You were always yelling at me.
You talked me into things.
You made me do things.
You tricked me.
You made promises.
And never kept any.
And I trusted you.
With everything I was.
But the girl you knew is gone.
She grew up.
She got stronger.
She made friends.
Something you never where.
Friends don't use each other.
She could have cried.
She could have begged.
For you to stay.
But she didn't.
Something changed that day.
She became independent.
She doesn't need you anymore.
But you seem miserable.
Do you regret leaving?
Do you miss me?
Do you miss us?
You had your chance.
And threw it away.
Now I'm gone.
Now I'm free.
Part 1PART 1
I could feel the warm salt water splashing against my legs and belly as I ran. It was exhilarating. I loved the feeling of the sand between my toes and the wind in my fur. Which made me just want to run more. The warmth of the sun started to fade as it set. A small cliff came into view so I set of towards it. I climbed the damp, smooth rock as the waves crashed around it.
My dad used to bring me here when I was just a pup. He used to tell me that this was the most magical place. The sound of the waves and seagulls was so soothing. Like a sweet symphony. I would come here and find him howling though I could never tell what or who he was howling for. This was his place. Our place. That is until he left.
You are EverythingYou are amazing.
You are the smiling face,
That gave that kid
Better hope for this place.
You are the helping hand,
Even if you didn’t know it,
That helped everything turn out
Better than planned.
You are the voice
That helped someone
Make a vital choice.
You are the joke
That made them laugh
And gave them that stroke
Of happiness that they needed.
You are the bright eyes
That light the way,
A lantern of hope
Through the fog of lies.
You are their push towards
Their positive afterwards.
And you are far from worthless.
Are the most important person
In the world.
We are all characters
In someone else’s story.
That pivotal point,
That pushes them from misery,
And leads them to their glory.
I Will Love MyselfSilence was at my doorstep.
Rain fell from the storms of my eyes
and hit the cold earth of my cheeks.
Sunlight fell down my face
in gentle waves.
And blood tinted lips
smiled only slightly.
The gentle spring
that bloomed inside my chest
had begun to grow
and replace the winter
whose frost had held tightly
onto my heart.
Silence was welcome.
Tears were shed in joy.
Sunlight was here to warm
and blood to live.
This was it.
I had made it.
I know who I am.
Eat Something, PleaseIt's your fault, you know.
It's you who's spewing your guts into the toilet,
like powdery snow.
Every day you hit the bathroom floor,
grasp the porcelain rims,
and your vomit echo through the door.
I hate it! I hate it, more than anything in the world.
I wish you could just tape your mouth shut,
and your noises I could ignore.
It's all about you, and the agony you've been through,
but through your selfishness and saliva,
I hope you realize I suffer too.
I stay by your side when you treat me like crap.
When you scream at me and yell,
I've always had your back.
How I wish I could purge when life gets too tough,
I wish I could be weak like you,
but my strength is just too much.
How wonderful it would be, if you could take my place,
and when you saw your broken form,
then you would see the pathetic look on your face.
But “plop, plop, plop” your vomit continues to roar,
and through the repetitive screech,
how I wish I could slam the door.
I wish I had the strength to leave your
I Won't Let You Become Like MeI saw you fall to the floor.
Because you couldn’t take this anymore.
You laid there and said to me,
Through tears that fell from your eyes,
“Who cares if I were to die?”
Reminding me of those hundreds of times,
I’ve seen people bend and break.
I’ve gotten so used to smiles that are nothing more than fake.
I remembered standing by silently,
Watching everyone collapse around me.
Seeing bottles scattered around,
Broken glass covered the ground.
And I wondered to myself,
“Is he ever going to get better?”
And I watched you as you died,
Slowly tearing yourself apart from the inside.
Memories are still flickering,
Behind my eyes.
I suddenly remember my own cries,
For someone to save me.
Because I was so close to falling,
That the abyss seemed more inviting,
Than trying to hang on for a moment longer.
Because my arms were too tired,
To hold on.
I am back in reality,
Watching you fade away.
And I see myself,
And the countless other people I’ve wit