I always missed you until you were there.
I eventually came to realize that I didn’t miss you,
I miss the person I thought you were.
I fell in love with you because you believed in me.
You believed I was worth the time of day.
I felt lucky. Such a sickening reality to face.
I loved you because you loved me.
Love. I can’t believe I still call it that.
I gave you everything I had,
but you were still unhappy.
Not with me, well maybe with me,
but it wasn’t because I didn’t try.
You never loved me from the beginning,
it only got harder to admit this because
I kept giving. When I stopped,
you hated me. You didn’t think I noticed,
but I saw you through the fog
Breaking up with you was the scariest thing I have ever done to myself.
It is kind of like diving off a cliff into mirky water,
I knew it was coming, I was scared to do it, I wanted to cry the whole time, it stung when feelings broke the surface, I felt like I was drowning as my tears flooded my face.
Breaking up with you was like jumping off a cliff,
the best part was coming up for air.
Sometimes when I look at you,
I feel like crying.
I see the emptiness in your eyes, where hope once was.
Above water but not breathing air,
Inhaling darkness pretending not to care.
I know I could make it to the surface if I tried,
But the constant thrashing waves of my own thoughts.
If I die without ever leaving this city, the city I was born and raised and sheltered and hidden within, I will have died in vain.
It is so important to go and see the world but no one ever wants to do it alone.
Be selfish so you can be selfless
Help yourself before trying to help others
Leave behind your life and go create another one
Stop settling for a good life and go find the happiness you really crave
The Root of Oppression is a loss of memories. Remember your history.
Dear broken hearted youth of America,
Life is bigger than those who broke your heart. I know it is insane to even contemplate moving on but life will go on with or without you.So many broken hearts pouring out their sorrows to other broken hearts. Tell them of your success. Tell me how you overcame heartache and sought a new, more exciting life for yourself.
Tell me how the wind feels at the top of the cliffs you hiked last week, Tell me how delicious the sushi tastes in Japan or how amazing the waves look, crashing one after another, in Indonesia.
Don’t let yourself die.
Life is still moving, don’t let it leave you behind.
I’m so scared I will never get to see how beautiful life can be