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Sometimes moving on can be one of the scariest things that you force yourself to do,
But it is the only way that you can move on and try to see things through.
Life isn't easy
Love isn't easy
It can hurt you easily
But we are all blinded by it
Love is powerful
More powerful than us
It controls us
Making us blind by it
Until we learn the truth
You are my rock.
When I need you, you're always there.
You are like a blanket from my childhood.
When I need your comfort you are there to wrap around me.
You are like the ocean.
Do you remember how it felt when the wind blew
pleasantly brushing your hair side to side?
It's a comforting feeling,
a feeling that one can appriecate,
Even though it is not expected.
No one is born knowing.
One must learn it the hard way
It is a difficult task, I must say
But one must fight against it.
If one does not accept and love themselves,
No one will
For once, I have never felt so desperate
judging myself for what I am destined to be.
Most don't find themselves until
it is no longer expected from them.
I am afraid to wait too long.
What would you know,
About me and my plight?
Have you heard me scream for dear life?
Have you seen my inability to talk,
Incapable of expressing myself,
Unless it is by paper, by words.
In life we all make mistakes.
We all try to make it somewhere and do something.
We want to be accepted in our respected communities.
Though, it's not that simple:
We must climb the mountains,
It’s difficult
Getting over you was difficult
Pushing you out of my life and allowing myself
To be myself
Was difficult
Too difficult
It was the most difficult thing that I’ve ever done
I loved you both,
can't you see?
Loved too much
You both loved me.
Differet as gold
and sillver to me.
alike an apart
like coffe and tea.
Imperfecty perfect
The urges
They’re back
And they’re out for blood.
Why are they here?
I don’t understand
Why they came back.
I feel them like
A punch to my gut
The cry
Of a wounded animal
Is hard to ignore
That’s the same
Story when it comes
To the call of an addiction.
It calls to you
Until you run
To seize it.
Addictions
Everybody has one
Some call them hobbies
Others call them coping mechanisms
Some turn to pot
Some turn to speed
Some turn to heroine
Some turn to meth
I wish it could be over.
I wish it could be done.
I wish that I could leave you,
But this battle’s never won.
You frustrate me to pieces,
And drive me up the wall.
I'm starting to wonder
if it's your fault
or mine.
The fears of getting out
populate my mind.
You keep telling me things
giving me assignments, peojects, homework
and it's supposed to prepare me
Endless endeavor
To regain strength and hope
I might expire
Beauty is trying
And I would rather not look
I try to survive
Through blind eyes I see
How to love and live- though
The sparrow sings a brilliant song,
But no one sings along.
Ebony sat upon her wing
Making it hard to sing.
Steadfast as the morning dew,
She will chime in without cue.
Louder than the stars above
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
Finding beauty in negative spaces
Can be a trying test of your sanity
But walking by, are a million faces
Every one with a sense of vanity
