I believe in what I see
But what I see isn't all real
I'm starting to lose my grip
On how it is I'm suppose to feel.

I'm not afraid of the jump
I'm scared where I will fall
Because down those slippery slopes
We tend to lose it all...

Haunted by a darkness
Scared to start to stumble
Tears that just cannot fall
Words hidden within a mumble

Together forever
Such a beautiful lie
Most people cry tears
But my tears are all dry
Did my heart shatter
Did you hear it break
I've become nothing to you
Just your favorite mistake

-From my poem 'Stuck in the Past' -

It's not that the positive stuff is a lie, it's just that the negative stuff is easier to believe.

Stab me in the back and I will pull out that blade to stab you in the front.

I walked away not to make you feel bad or to follow me; but so that I could suffer alone.

Bf: 'why do you always hide behind a book?'
Me: 'because their reality is better then mine.'

Some questions can't be answered with a yes or no, and
Some answers should just be left at a yes or no.

Friends are God's way of apologizing for our families.