Be yourself. Because to not be is to deny the world someone and something that will never come around again.
Month: January 2015
I think about him sometimes. Like he haunts the deepest parts of my mind. Waiting for his chance to remind me of the broken girl he left behind.
They say I’m only happy when I’m high
they say I’m always falling for the wrong guy
they don’t know that what they say
makes me cry
they don’t know that the drugs
are the only thing that gets me by
they don’t know I lay in bed each night
in a living hell
no way to break away
no way to break the spell
they comment but they don’t understand
who I am is not who I planned
they look but they don’t see
the scars buried deep inside me
yeah, they say I’m only happy when I’m high
but they don’t know how fucking hard I try
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