Maybe it was in the way that the clouds rolled over us like waves do on the shore.
Or maybe it was her hair and her giggles.
That made me say.
Made me believe.
That for once this was right.
And i was exactly where i should be.
I hate my body type and the colour of my skin.
I’m really lying when i say “I don’t want to have kids.”
Truth is i don’t think i can have kids.
I cry about this once a month.
I think about dying at least once a day.
I wish i would die every second.
Just remember to live…
The rest will come much more easily.
I fall in love with every single person that inspires me.
I’m depressed 90% of the time.
I’m REALLY good at hiding this.
Time was always and never on our side.
I live a life that is far more interesting inside my head.
sometimes i believe my day dreams more then reality.
I fall in love with every person that inspires me and i want nothing more then to capture them like butterflies and pin them to my wall.
I want to bury myself beneath the sea until i can’t remember how to breath.
I want each breaking wave on the shoreline to become my sighs.
..And each broken seashell will be a piece of me.
…just another day i have to remember to remind myself to breathe.