She was never good enough and could never find it in herself to believe that she could be .... good enough.
Her name was odd and so far from ordinary but it was hers. So she loved it, she loved it more than she loved fitting in.
I used to love school before it was the same. Cynical, a Debby downer I was? Yes, I loved the world before it chewed me up and spat me back out.
Love was something I wanted,but I see my self alone. In a constant state of nostalgia, I'd cry myself to sleep.
And she laughed "ha! Like the world could do with out me." She smiled wide and hard and then suddenly her face morphed in to some thing that looked of saddness. "You know," she said. " I hope I'm remembered....when I'm gone." I didn't know how to respond to that, I was confused and completely clueless. I've never see her so down. She asked in a quiet voice " do you think they'd remember me... the world I mean?"
I began to think, that maybe she wasn't as free as she seemed to be.
I dreamed him in color and he was beautiful.
She was stronger than he and he knew it. So he prided himself in bashing her name instead of praising it. I wonder if she felt bad that he spent his life trying to tarnish her name never actually being truly happy.
She never cried to anyone. No one ever earned that moment, no one ever earned that right. Trust was hard to come by...at least for her.
She wandered off forgetting what even it was that she went out to look for. Aimlessly she walked as John Mayer played and echoed her every move. It was a beautiful day.
Sometimes I look up at the sky and think what a beautiful place we have settled. And I look around and see buildings and houses and homes. They scream ugly. I wish we were never here.
I'd cry if I wasn't already scattered pieces. Sadness is a place of solitary even when there are millions sad at the same tine, I am always alone.
She wasn't all that bright, but her spirit, it shined brighter, it burned hotter than the sun ever did and ever could.
She was "white hot". She had a fire in her that gave the world light.
I wonder if she ever thought of me
She was too far gone and too close to stop. She was lost in his furry and I thought she'd never make it back.
"Life is difficult for most of us," she said looking out of the window.
She wanted out, she wanted to be so far away from where she was now. But she couldn't figure out to put one foot in front of the other. What a waste of youth!
Sometimes she's inspired at 1 am so excuse her chaotic state.
Her heart hurt physically, she thought she couldn't do it anymore, but eventually it faded. The pain. And suddenly things made since. She never felt more liberated, more motivated, and more inspired in her intire life
These thoughts... they come to me. And sometimes I want to express my self and sometimes it's emotional.... Being in my feelings, that is.
She said, " I'm not the type of cry." She turned to look at him, "there's something about you that makes me want to let it all out." She gave him a weak smile and smile morphed into pain. He pulled her to him and she cried. She cried for hours. She cried like she had never cried before because she hadn't.
I told Icarus to give me up to the world. He wasn't ment to be mine.
