Your heart is an empty auditorium during business hours where everyone’s too busy to see a play.
Maybe you’re just too sad to miss those small details about life and maybe, just maybe, you’re a little bit lost for now after you left the place you think you don’t belong.
Tell me what makes you sad and scared; excited and baffled. Tell me what you hate about me and tell me what I don’t want to hear.
They always think that I’m strong enough to wrestle my demons out of my head and brave enough to bring the normal back to the world. My life is a plagiarized poem, a piece of diary snatched right in front of my eyes. There’s no normal after that.
I will pick the debris of my broken self and stitch it back so I can live another day and I can rest another night and I can survive another terror.
Loving me is not looking for cure.
You were happy because your friend was getting married and when I told you that we would get to that point; you paused and that pause was the loudest rejection I have ever heard.