Am I still myself? Is this the new me? Or have I lost myself from changing too much or since I’ve changed so much Hoping to become the best version of myself. That’s all anyone should ...

There’s the sky. And there’s a limit. There’s stars. And there’s our eyes gaze. There’s the world.

Sometimes I wish, I could turn my brain, heart, conscience, everything off.. Nothing to hear nothing to listen too, just silence. Then just hear each of there thoughts individually, one...

And nothing matters anymore, because they don’t care like they used too, sorry pitty eyes have looked the other way, your not that same sad little girl. You’ve grown now, your still loo...

Waste of my time, waste of my steps, waste of my breathe, waste of the start, waste of a depart, all just for a broken heart.. (now I’m thinking was it worth it to give you my heart, I...

I’ve seen the movies, I’ve read the books, I’ve known how it goes. Or so I thought. It seems so easy,

>I could ruin a situation. >Would tell it all wrong.

There’s echoes I hear there sounds They come back to me Like a nightmare that won’t stop Inside I’m standing still

I cried so many tears, I filled up my entire room, I drifted away, drowning in ill acknowledgement. I felt so much, I hurt so much, I kept it in, it never showed. I denied, I faceded so...

Eyes glancing. All around the room. There they sat. Across from each other. So far they never met.