#dear tragedy

I'm never waking up again, so I'll never have to find out what you did. Each day, it's harder to pretend that your eyes aren't lying as much as your mouth did. I'd grab your head by your hair and I'd hack it off. Put it on display at the front of the yard on a stick that's decorated with a little pink bow and a sign that says "her friends and family should have taught her more about love.

Dear tragedy, I never had anybody, but being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath-taker, a smile-faker. These years alone have eaten me alive.

Recounting pages in a book that I'd torn out, ashamed that one day you'd look. Afraid that once you did, you'd really know how I felt to be a sucker on a string that you dragged around wherever you'd go. I'm running around, around and it hurts. Tempted to tape up the pages I'd ripped, and, although, I recognize that we're attached at the lips, that you're the one in charge and that the captain's gotta sink with the ship.

I never had anybody, but being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath-taker, a smile-faker. These years alone have eaten me alive.

Dear tragedy, I never had anybody, but being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed with a breath-taker, a smile-faker. These years alone have eaten me alive.

Breath-taker, smile-faker, how could I have let you in my life? You're a breath-taker, a smile-faker. These years alone have eaten me alive.

I believe that we are already healed. The thing is... for some of us, we refuse to look at and be honest about the life we lived/experienced to discover WHAT we have been healed from. One of the biggest weapons we have is to know THY SELF because no one knows what it is like to be you...but YOU. I’ll leave this right here for you to take advantage of your own experiences. Read 

"Dear tragedy, I never had anybody But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed" ........................