It’s a beautiful thing when the unloved decide to love.
Just a dot in a plane of lines.
We are not who we choose to be. We are what we choose to do.
Is the world unfair for letting the happy get happier, while the sad get sadder?
Arms full of scars &
Mind lacking in stars
Don’t speak because it’s not that nobody listens, but rather everyone listens.
We all want to believe there’s something medically wrong with us.
Just so we can blame our sadness on something other than our lives.
Everything is falling apart and into pieces and I can’t seem to find any of them.