it's never you

I'm just a broken person cleaning my own sharping pieces.

Please don't disturb. I'm learning to love myself.

Since we are little we are taught that green is hope and red is death. But what if it's the other way around?

I don’t know what to expect from life anymore, but I won’t let uncertainty drag me down

Inside my chest, storms start whenever I'm next to you.

Just remember; Personality changes Stupidity is optional

We often think how perfect it’d be to be someone else and we forget happy people also become disappointed.

Maybe I’m not meant to be understood.

Are you ready to be yourself?

It’s not that I’m afraid of making an unrepairable mistake I’d always regret. I’m terrified by the thought of not being ready to make the decision that will or not lead me to a catastrophe.

In my mind it feels like I can reach your warmth so easily, yet you’re so far away.