Someone Special

“After all, those who truly love, never stop loving.”

It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken

My sadness was not swallowing 32 pills and laughing like i was fine or stepping in front of cars because I enjoyed the rush of actually feeling alive. My sadness was being here week after week after week and hiding my sadness with a fake smile and laughing at every joke I didn’t find funny. It was breaking down after a harsh week but knowing I had to pull myself together before my family came home. It was only making it to the next week without anyone noticing how fucked up I was. It was losing all hope of getting better but still pushing thorough the day. It was being dead but no one noticed.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

And even while tired of life, you stand firm, for something or someone.

why am i just not good enough for anyone?

I give up my search for happiness. I’m finally letting the pain in, I just hope I survive… or not

I lost myself in you Even though So many warned me But I fell for your quirks And your hazel eyes I fell for you hard Harder than I expected Harder than I wanted too ••• So naive I was So in love I thought Convinced myself you were the one That through the fights We’d get through them together Because of course, you had to be the one Little did I know You wore a mask Behind it you were cold Hurtful and inconsiderate ••• I fell for your quirks And those hazel eyes But little did I know What was behind those yellow tinted eyes