Tears take time to parish
They begin as just thin emotions
And can end up trickling down the face of anyone
They say tears are a sign of weakness
But to me there a sign of compassion
Compassion towards whatever it is you may have lost or gained
Tears are like rain drops falling on your cheeks
They are the body’s storm
Tears come from any emotional state
They may come from that last goodbye at the train station
Tears tell people that you do care
Tears don’t fall
They crash around me
The way you cringe as nails scratch down on a chalkboard or that feeling in your throat right before you throw up. That’s how I feel. Like a twisted dream, half my mind is plotting, and in theory I am standing here but the rest of my mind is floating being free; flashbacks of High School and Saturday nights are resurfacing….. My childhood’s returning. I guess I’ll stand here a little longer and admire Purlect while I can; after today who known’s if I’ll have enough time to eat. However, today is a beautiful day. It’s about noon and the wind is warm and comforting. This honestly might be the only thing I love right now. How pathetic, it’s not even a person, but it’s so hard not to love something I’ve missed for so long. You can’t imagine. It’s cold enough to wear jeans but warm and toasty enough to wear sandals, perfect. Ironically it’s always been considered the “perfect town.” There are nice people, problems are almost nonexistent, and life seems to be going great by the amount of smiles people have plastered on their face every second of their life here. Ugh, makes me sick. They need to know life isn’t this easy. That life isn’t this so damn perfect anymore! They need to realize people have problems, this town will not be so perfect for long, I promise you.
Who I am and who I want to be.
They aren’t always the same person.
But you help me find the one.
The one I want to be.
Someone who is confident
Someone loving.
Beautiful.
Happy.
Me.
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.
These days I haven't been sleeping,
Staying up, playing back you leavin’
I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile,
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
But if we loved again, I know you’d love me right
I honestly believed in you
Stupid girl,
I should have known.
Every night I dream of you
Our amazing day on the beach
As we looked into each other eyes you said you loved me too
Every night I dream of you
When I hold you in my arms I feel brand new
For you I reach
Every night I dream of you
Our amazing day on the beach
Arachnophobes are afraid of spiders like he was terrified of the darkness of the night
He was a little mouse hiding from his predators
He put himself in the farthest corner of the bed under the covers
Heart beating fast, body shaking, and desperately waiting for the sun to rise
His blanket was his protector, keeping him safe from whatever lurked at night
He felt like the sun would never rise again
He didn’t know exactly what was out there but he knew there was something because of the scary sounds
The thumps and creeks of the night drove him to many sleepless nights
Terrified of what might jump out of his closet or creep out from under his bed
But he tried thinking about the morning and how it would soon save him from these monsters in his room
There was no escaping it, he was a monster. The screams of people haunted his dreams. He tossed and turned, he tried thinking of anything else to keep his mind off of it but the faces of his victims in their last moments rushed threw his mind. He didn’t want to do this anymore but he didn’t know any other way. He slowly got out of bed, ran his fingers through his messy brown hair, and looked at himself in his mirror. That can’t be me he thought as he stared at the man looking backing at him. This guys a loser, a bum, the lowest of the low. But tears started to fall down his cheeks the longer he looked back at the monster in the mirror. His knees started to tremble and there was a terrible pain in his stomach as the man in the mirror looked back at him with an icy stare and said, “The world would be a better place if you were gone.” Even though he knew it was the truth he didn’t want to hear it. The second the words were said all the sadness was completely erased from his facial expression and anger took its place. Without even thinking twice about it he punched the mirror as hard as he could. Glass shattered around him and his hand started bleed. But the pain in his hand didn’t even seem to faze him he kept his stare into the shattered mirror. He took a couple deep breathes before he finally broke the stare with himself and feel to the bed with tears streaming down his face as he sat there and remembered what happened that made his whole world turn upside down.
