When I stop calling your name, when I stop praying, please don’t hate me for it, find ways to bring me closer to you again softly and gently.
Do you bust your butt to make it in a city or stay home and enjoy a slow-paced life?
What if? But what if a million things?
I am still in school, I still rely on my parents, and I’m still constantly thinking, “Am I doing everything right?”
The first time someone else’s smile began etching away at the mess you left me in, I felt peace.
But who can understand that when the person who’s been holding on for so long falls apart, they don’t fall slowly, they don’t fall in pieces, instead; they crash down rapidly in one piece paralyzing every little part of them.
A lost introvert wonders why he or she is suffering from supposedly negative conditions like shyness, being reserved or even unfriendly.
If we ever ran into each other again, we wouldn’t acknowledge the lack of closure. No, we’d act like everything was normal.
People ask you about goals and plans for the future and you develop an ulcer on the spot.
We barely let anyone in because we know how bad it is to have a part of you taken away – and this scares us most.