starsweetie

yes its raining~ but its a gentle shower ~ and every raindrop is like a pearl gently falling from the sky and softly collecting in a pool sending ripples of silver across the top of it and in my heart is a tree catching drops as they fall from the sky holding on to them by the fingertips and when the sun shines on it every drop looks like diamonds

dont look at me that way dont come around to see me i dont want you near me you make me feel so insecure i just want to be alone i feel so confused i need to figure things out im so lost at where i am in my life i need someone to guide me but i dont want you to i feel so ashamed of myself for not trying harder im so scared and im so anxious about nothing in particular that matters to you so dont come around cause i dont want to hear your banter you mean too much to me and what you say can hurt and dont bother asking cause you should already know ill always give you the same answer you wear me out just go away im not

im so weary im dragging my feet along in endless circles but in the end im getting no where it feels like this is the end like theres no way out for me but im still looking for the sunrise im tired of watching sunsets i never wanted this to happen im not the type to give up i just let it all happen, did nothing to stop it went with the flow now this is where i am standing on the edge and im about to fall im so scared and im too tired to even reach for my dreams its easier to do nothing than to try its not the doing it thats the hard part its the getting down to it in the end im still searching for something more even thou

I cant stand the fact that your gone when reality no longer feels real its hard not to believe this isnt a dream i just need to hear your voice right now just one more touch, a kiss, a hug to feel your warmth once more i dont know if i miss you yet nothings been able to sink in but I know i miss your face your smile, your laugh, your songs you brought music into my life the memories will remain but the sounds will fade as time comes to pass maybe i will realise what i have lost but for now your just still round the corner one step away, one call away, one touch. i miss you dad, and i will always be, your little one.

"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?" "Nope. I only worry about what I think of me." "What do you think about you?" "That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass." "Really? And what do you call yourself?" "I call me proud." "Oh." "What do you call yourself?" "I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way." "I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it." "Stop what?" "Doing that." "What? I was just writin-" "You're cutting yoursel