Mythical Talks

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No song. No title. And, no fixing anything. What I type- What you are reading. is a raw chapter. Because, at the moment, I'm too sad to fix any of it. I want you all to promise me that you all will love yourselves. No matter what. Because believe it or not I care about you. And, the only person who hast to know that's true is me. You all are wonderful people. And, I can't imagine a world without any of you. So go ahead. Cry, let it all out. Just don't touch the knife, cutting won't work. Close the window, running away won't help. And above all, turn those nasty thoughts about yourself to stone, because they only make it hurt worse. There's one thing that I don't do often. I don't know why. I guess it's just not a habit. But, I believe in it.

Dear God, Creator, science, Gods, Goddesses. What ever you believe in. Where ever you find hope.

I know I don't pray often. In fact, I almost never do, But, please listen. I hope. I wish. I plead. That the people who doubt themselves find hope and stop. And, that the people who loves other so much that there's no room for themselves in  their own heart. I want them to know, that there is plenty of room in mine for all of them.

Amen, thank you, or whatever else you can say after praying.

I do care I really do. What I'm about to type is lyrics to a song I wrote. A song that will never have a tune, or musical beat. The only beat this song will ever have it the beat my heart makes as i type it out for all of you.

I'm that girl who always listens. I'm that girl who knows. That girl who asks what's wrong when you walk round with a frown.

I'm your shooting star, coming from a far. Just to help you heal that scar. I know who you are.

I see your face in a frown, and my whole world turns upside down. I've got to cheer you up, got to turn that frown around.

I know your secrets. I'll keep them safe. I'm like your diary, and all they sees a blank page.

I'm real sad inside. I see pain in your eyes. I make an airplane note glide. Inside my heart cries, as my feelings hide.

I smile at you and feel I'm glowing. You look sad, hey how's it going? You talk for hours your heart beat slowing.

Do you feel better? Talking it out? You come out of your sweater, and say yes without a doubt.

I smile as you walk away. The feelings come back from earlier today. I go into hyper mode. Help me, I'm about to explode.

Then, on back you came. You see me crying and shout my name. You sit and pull me close, but I remember what you said the most.

I'm your shooting star, coming from a far. Just to help you heal that scar. I know who you are.

I see your face in a frown, and my whole world turns upside down. I've got to cheer you up, got to turn that frown around.

I know your secrets. I'll keep them safe. I'm like your diary, and all they sees a blank page.

A blank page...

I'm that girl who always listens. I'm that girl who knows. That girl who asks what's wrong when you walk round with a frown...

You may not believe me. And, that's fine. But, I am here, and I do want to help. All you have to do is talk to me. But, that's really all advice I have for you. To talk to someone, and a stupid song.

Bye Braves, May out... *I do my solute*