Strength, where have you gone?
Don't tell me you were never here,
don't say it.
I need you now.
Don't let me close my eyes.
Don't let it end this easy.
You are stronger than this, strength.
I need y-
Oh..No it's fine, I understand.
You fix yourself first.
I'll be ok.
I'll see you later.

how can you be there for someone, and be there for yourself.

how can you fully love someone, while you only half love yourself.

how can you understand someone, and never understand yourself.

how can you encourage someone else's dream, while you discourage your own.

how can you smile a happy smile for someone else, and cry a bloody cry in the mirror.

how can you love and live, while you survive and die.

Repress.

Try to breathe in this air; this dirty, mean air. 

"Take a breath," they say. 

"Just breathe," they say.

Inhale it all in and your problems are gone.

Intense moments can be drained with just a few short breathes.

Is that what life is about?

To just breathe away the moments, 

to slowly exhale all our hardships. 

Here I am thinking as humans 

we have the right to hurt, love, feel. 

Hold your breathe. 

Don't be afraid to feel.

Never be annoyed by someone's warmness. Just because you are cold, doesn't mean the world should be too.

Still Learning.

I've learned that no matter how nice or how loving you are to people, people tend to accept it and then walk away it. They walk away with your compassion and your heart to only throw it away in the trash a little further down the street. If they can't have a good spirit, then why should you? Why can't you go around loving and being loved while they stay feeling guilty for the person they are?
Despite it all, I learned to be nice anyway.

Deaf.

They're singing songs you'll never know. And maybe that's a good thing. What does music mean without a meaning? When will you start listening to it? Not music, your desires. Yeah, maybe you are fine. Maybe..

The Day I Stood Awake

The worst will end with the moon,
And the rise of morning light.
To only begin again soon,
I fear I'm not alright.

Love is a beautiful feeling.

Love is tragically flawed.

The Love you have for someone can be so strong and so real. 

But how can you describe, how can you show someone that the love you have for them is so strong, so real.

Are words enough?

Is there anyway to prove Love?

If so, is there anyway to prove Love that hasn't already been done?

She sits on floor while her bed stays made

Her knees to her chest, one more minute she'll wait

It was all too much for any person to carry 

So she closed her eyes and opened to Harry.

Harry knew she was pure with a heart too young 

And when he told her to "fucking grow up," he knew that it stung 

He wasn't thinking, it's not his fault, he didn't know what that did 

Cause last night Harry changed watching a father beat his own kid.

With his wife dead and his heart unrecovered, two years yesterday,

The pain he felt the first day has still not gone away.

Its been repressed and ignored with a thousand lies

Until he looked at his son and saw her eyes.

Still sitting on the floor, with something new in her hand

She knows once it touches her skin, she ll be ruining God's plan 

She just wanted someone to prove her wrong, that people do care

But she finally found her answer through Harrys hurtful swear

So the young girl killed herself feeling unloved and alone

She could have been saved if people let their problems be their own.

impossible to accept love when you believe love will never accept you.

Cleansing

As I let the water cleanse through my hair, allowing the conditioner left in its strands to escape, liquid filled the caves of my ears. I tried to drain it more than once. Angle my head to the left. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Angle my head to the right. THUMP THUMP THUMP. Gone. After seven minutes of scrubbing the dirt that my body captures daily, I felt water drip out of my ears. Everything suddenly became louder, more clear. The difference was obvious, now, but before, how did I not notice what was missing? What was gone?

Where is the Girl I once was?
I miss nothing about her.
I miss Everything.
her sense of innocence and
her acceptance of loneliness.
She had nothing
but at least she knew what she had.
The now Me has everything
and I will never know
At least she knew.

FIRE

Theres a fire in me

I don't expect you to see

Think you know who I be 

You know only me of we

There's a thing I do

If you knew would hurt you

I thrive to pull through

As a fire grows too

I send out a plea 

I send to be free

I send you to see

What I do to me

If you were to see

What I hide from thee

What you see of me

Will no longer be

The fire will grow 

Till when, I yet know

You'd be surprised how strong you are when all there is left to do is be strong.

They say seeing is believing. Then why is love the strongest feeling.

Don't be sad Be happy now

I used to think love was the meaning of life. That we were put here to find love and that alone would make us internally happy. But as you experience heartbreak and even experience living, you see that you don’t need someone to make you happy. I believe that the meaning of life is finding something worth living for. This differs for every person. Every individual has different wants. Whether you find a passion in a hobby worth living for or you are the type of person who finds a person you love who is worth living for, it’s entirely up to you. But if you end up being the type of person whose life completely relies on the life of another human being, what happens when that human being leaves. Is your life then over? Happiness is a direction, not a place. It’s a state of mind and it takes practice to be happy. Only you can make you happy. Don’t misunderstand this, love can make you extremely happy and whole. What I am trying to say is, the meaning of life is different for everyone. The same goes for happiness. However, it comes down to the realization that happiness is a choice. And you should always choose it.

why can’t you love me unconditionally. why can’t you love me endlessly. why can’t you love me only. why can’t you love me passionately. why can’t you love me tenderly. why can’t you love me absentmindedly. why can’t you love me blissfully. why can’t you love me carelessly. why can’t you love me deeply. why can’t you love me faithfully. why can’t you love me freely. why can’t you love me foolishly. why can’t you love me obnoxiously. why can’t you love me physically. why can’t you love me recklessly. why can’t you love me unbearably. why can’t you love me already.

No one realized how much I loved you until you left. Then did they see the silent tears dripping down my heart.

to write more is what I need
to write true and what I feel
seems to be
out of my reach.
unreal.
what I need is to say what I feel.
impossible.
I think it, it’s gone
I write it, gone too.
disappearing from my head
but once was there.
once.
where did it go?
will I be back one day
in time
for me to write down what
I am
I am..
where will you go?
will you come back to me
I hope.
give me a chance to
catch myself
don’t go, not yet
at least.
I want to tell you to stay
I scream
“Leave.”
seems I can only express my feelings on paper
[with ink. no tongue.
not writers block
just fear that is
keeping my heart in a cage
and the key?
in my hand
waiting.
for me to find the words to tell you
“take it,
Cautiously.”]
but ‘seems’ is a unsure word.
to be with you
I need to be with me
Me.
Who I am is who I think
I’ll be with you when I write 
my mind to you.
because writing seems easier then speaking.
seems.
I’ll be with you in empty space. between the lines
read them well.
“just stay.” they say, secretly
I’ll be yours
when I write down what I need
to say.

You were the plane in the sky I mistaken for a star. Meanwhile he was always the star in the sky I blindly believed to be a plane.

I have to let you go, so I can let me in.

LET’S NOT CONFUSE LOVE WITH LUST.

Refuse to let the chemistry turn into dust

To be created To never be outdated With you I'm infatuated

The english language can’t seem to find the words I’m looking for

Je vous aime, Kocham ciebie, Translated I love you, Mi amor

Funny thing, Jokes aside

You are hers, Not mine

But I can’t call it quits

No that’ll hurt too much

So I’ll end with what I started with

Let’s not confuse love with lust.