When I look at you, I feel some type of anger
And I think that I’m just disappointed
Because when I look at this person in front of me,
I don’t recognize her, anymore.
There are many different kinds of pressure.
The pressure to get good grades in school
The pressure to “fit in” with society
The pressure to succeed in life.
Now, I don’t have an answer to how to live without it, but all I know is how awful it can be.
The pressure that ever since you were born it is drilled into your head; that being a “loser” is the most inconspicuous idea anyone has ever heard of.
The pressure that if you don’t make enough money in your job; you and your life is just one big failure
But, the worst kind of pressure is the kind you inflict on yourself.
Now, from my experience, pressure can stem from feelings as if you are not good enough.
You have to make...
Things will be better when you wake up
Taken’ off your makeup
I’ll make up everything and more when I see you again someday
Stuck somewhere between “You need to act your age.”
And “You need to act more mature”
Being hurt by you almost feels like an addiction
And darling, there is no cure for what you do to me
But, I remember
As we walked down this path, with you on my back
We shared each other’s secrets
That seemed too precious for
anyone else to dare to listen to
We both shot for the moon
And you landed ever so gracefully
While I was merely stuck, waiting for you on the stars
Even though being with you feels so bad a lot of the time
It feels worth going through just to get to the good parts
I’m stuck on the words I’ve heard in the past
So stuck, I can’t look forward to what I’ll hear in the future
When it’s all set and done I know my past will catch up with me
Like the monster I’ve always known was there y
My stomach feels like it’s tied in knots, I’m afraid of what you’ll say if you and I talked tonight.
The thought of still being able to message you keeps me awake at night, as I’m laying there, sulking in the fact you aren’t mine anymore.
You were a previous chapter which I can only indulge in re-reading our story from time to time
but I cannot re-live the experience
I know that you’re tortured within
And you’re eyes look hungry again
But, I’ll never leave you again
All my life I’ve been waiting for the day that you become what you should’ve been from the beginning.
He was twenty five with a beautiful girl by his side.
With no expected destination in sight.
They just wanted something more to life.
I never wanted to drag you down with me, but every instinct in my body was telling me to let you drown.
I remember seeing this lightness dawn
that so desperately tried to keep the darkness at bay
I don’t want to be a part of a generation of anxiety in a “look at me” society..