'life' 'emotions' 'friendship' 'realizing' 'self love' 'love'
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All I wanted was a little attention
All I wanted was a little fame
Under my Sisters’ wings’ all my life I had lived
All I wanted was my own name.
I used to be afriad of the dark
I used to be scared of the monsters that lived under my bed,
In my closet
Around the corner
As I got older, the monsters followed
I lie in bed all day with my blinds pulled shut,
motionless in the shadows of my own despair
everything feels pointless:
the world
the people in it
my very own existence
With your story
you inspired me to open up my mind
and fill it with ideas that have no limit
With your pages
you encourage me to dream of new worlds
I am real, I am me
Though at times I may feel small, I am important
Life is not a circle or a straight line, but bumpy
I’ve learned to love everyone, despite differences
love should not make me feel like I'm grasping a ropeattached to somebody else thats slipping.blisters on my hands and painful irritation because they keep pushing aheaddragging me behind themi would never let go "because they love me". but that i
Their words felt like the noose around my neck
Their actions felt like the gun against my head
Their hatred felt like the blade against my skin
In a world so cold, stars manage to shine so bright
On June ND I was that new light
Time passes and now im one
Who knew being so little would be this great
Even when I mad everything still seems to be okay
Evolving…
Transforming…
I am a new person.
Success and Failure.
Happiness and Pain.
They have shaped me like clay.
I have become more outspoken.
I have become more independent.
About a year ago, I had a few real friends
I was in a fight with my best friend
Unknowingly, in love with her ex-boyfriend
And alone in a college dorm-room with no friends.
Time sits still in pictures. Maybe if I took a picture of us at our highest you wouldn't of felt the urge to leave when we reached our lowest. Maybe you would've sat still. You were always like that.
Time sits still in pictures.Maybe if I took a picture of us at our highest you wouldn't of felt the urge to leave when we reached our lowest.Maybe you would've sat still.You were always like that.Doing things your way,Always undermining what other
