When all you gave was love
And all you received in return was indifference
When your thoughts become foggy
And your judgment’s become cloudy
Though you know they’re toxic
And even so, you still run towards them like they’re your air, so essential and like a need so basic
It is time now, tune up your standards, girl
If the sole thing they’re bringing is disdain,
Hurl ’em out, girl
Open the screens on your eyes and lower that rose tinted glass,
You’ll find out for yourself that they’ve always been nothing, but only unworthy and crass.
And, finally the truth will set you free.
You’ll taste freedom, that’s your only key.
I didn’t know that the pain of this intensity even existed, until you happened
I didn’t know that sometimes a simple act sleeping peacefully could be such a task, until you happened
I didn’t know that sometimes, I was more afraid of myself than anyone else, until you happened
I didn’t know that sometimes all the easy things would be a chore that is until you happened
You reduced your best friend/confidant/supporter to mere acts of pleasure
Left without with providing a closure
Can you sleep knowing you just murdered someone emotionally?
You used your words to cut me precisely and oh so brutally
Just remember guilt is a slow poison
When it will come to you, there isn’t nothing beautiful about that sensation
At least I’m broken and can be fixed
What about you?
All you’ll ever be is a living dead
I swear to keep converting this dull ache in my body into art. I swear to be kind to be another’s pain &suffering.I swear to be vulnerable and imperfect. I swear will survive this pain one day at a time.
Lastly, I swear I’ll never turn out to be like you.
Wisdom arrived late, at least better than never
I understood that I cannot control a few things, one way or another
The only evidence of my past is my memories of it
Some of the painful ones are etched in mind down to every bit
But, I’m the master of my mind
I’ll choose my memories wisely, not from the same old grind
This time the choice will be mine
And, with myself, I resolve to be kind
Not good enough- is something that you tell yourself more often than others would
Always discovering new ways to torture your soul
Finding flaws in yourself is your guilty pleasure
You shed tears, but darling they’re the most valuable treasure
You wonder when you’ll find the strength to set an end to this emotional trauma
Simply remember, failure is not an end only a comma
You’re loaded with the ammunition of grace
Beauty is not in the FACE
Try believing in yourself, just try it once again darling
If someone tells that you are not enough , then those cowards are only lying
’cause you’re good enough and always have been