Sometimes you just have to push yourself to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wishing you were dead.
You ask yourself, "Why can't it be someone else instead?"
You get tired of all the thoughts in your head.
You lose sight of who you want to be.
You blame yourself, screaming, "Why am I me?"
You wish you could just be free.
Open your eyes and you'll see
That life is what you make it, and sometimes it's hard.
We get battered and bruised, mistreated, and scared.
We forget what's important.
We forget our drive.
We all need a focus point,
A reason to survive.
Find your passion.
Find your drive.
Find something that makes you fight,
And you will survive.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
You have become my closest friend.
It's been just about a year,
And you're the on
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
I love you so much.
Please never doubt this is true.
But I'm having such
