i can say “no” or “yes” to anyone i want, including you

but just not myself

learn how to rule yourself. control yourself. self discipline is what it means to be a leader.

ive tried and tried before. and if i must ill try and try again.

I’m too broken. Soon you’ll see the cracks in me and want to leave. I’m just a old rusty doll, and I can’t ask you to play with me anymore

do you really believe that? don’t lie to yourself.  you’re one of the most powerful people you know, you just don’t see the same potential in yourself that i can recognize already.

I am weak weak weak and meek meek meek. If I was truly strong, than I’d be able to break these chains of glass. Yet I’m not even strong enough to move my own body some days. I’m too broken, too cracked, and I’m slowly becoming a thing of the past.

Even when I’m missing, I have never really left.

I wanted to ask you to stay, my words left me too.

But I have not left your side. Even if you can’t see me, or hear me, I’ll always be with you.

Those words escape me still. In this life, isn’t seeing believing? If I can not feel your love, how can I know you are there?

Isn’t it too early to give up hope? Have a little faith, my dear. When your darkest time comes, I’ll remind you of the light. When you fell all alone in the world, you’ll know I’m there with you. When the time comes, you will believe once more.

Anonymously send me a letter and I'll tell you about something I love that begins with that letter

if you’re not someone’s first priority now, you never will be, you need to stop waiting for them to change their mind and get on with your own life

I'm a doorstep that anyone can use. I'm a placement for you to wipe your dirty feet on. Just please don't leave me, again.

you are justified in your anger. you are allowed to feel wronged. you have been. you deserved better

I'm a beast who can't help but lash out and lash out. I'm a cruel cruel child who can't stop acting this way.

sometimes I think that you’re the love of my life, but just that thought is dangerous because it means admitting that I can never be happy without you again.

I let you go because I was told you told you’d return to me if you loved me. Now I’m sad, but you look so happy and I don’t want to ruin that.

how it hurts to be the one forgotten, and how nonchalant and banal it is to be the one forgetting

To forgive and forget is what I say. To have my memories stolen away is the price I must pay.

I hate when my glasses get in the way when we kiss and I have to take them off because I’m unable to see your gorgeous angel face

But then I can see the dark chocolate swimming in your eyes all the more clearly and the way your lashes flutter closed as my lips touch your skin~

Soon you’ll see how my dark eyes are filled with nothing but greed. I’m a husk of a shell who can only imitate affection. I wish I could truly love.

Ah my dear, you claim that you are incapable of love but the intonation in your voice when you lay claim to me says differently

Even when I’m missing, I have never really left.

I wanted to ask you to stay, my words left me too.

But I have not left your side. Even if you can’t see me, or hear me, I’ll always be with you.

Those words escape me still. In this life, isn't seeing believing? If I can not feel your love, how can I know you are there?

hide behind layers, change designs, do not be yourself. with your exterior exposed, the only option is to mask everything that defines you.

Who will love me like this? I’m the maskless doll with play date friends who hurt and damage me. I don’t want to be the doll anymore.

Would you miss me if I was gone? Or would you hear the angels sing of my hellish deeds while I cried my lost life away.

i can say “no” or “yes” to anyone i want, including you

but just not myself

learn how to rule yourself. control yourself. self discipline is what it means to be a leader.

ive tried and tried before. and if i must ill try and try again.

I'm too broken. Soon you'll see the cracks in me and want to leave. I'm just a old rusty doll, and I can't ask you to play with me anymore

it’s okay to not be okay. you don’t have to put on a brave face all the time. you’re allowed to take off your mask

My mask is glued to my face. I'm trying to be okay but it's not. I want to be brave but I'm afraid of what will happen when you see the real me.

I hate when my glasses get in the way when we kiss and I have to take them off because I’m unable to see your gorgeous angel face

But then I can see the dark chocolate swimming in your eyes all the more clearly and the way your lashes flutter closed as my lips touch your skin~

Soon you'll see how my dark eyes are filled with nothing but greed. I'm a husk of a shell who can only imitate affection. I wish I could truly love.

you’re no longer my goal

Why couldn’t I realize that sooner?