It doesn’t
feel fair
I didn’t mean to make a
mess of things
But when I tried fixing them
I ended up destroying 

Some things
I cannot fix

No matter how hard
I try

I admired you for your modesty. 

But now you have allowed all of the fame and praise to consume you. 

I am not your fan. I am your friend.

I am a prisoner to my very own unwanted thoughts.

It is the sweet sound of your voice I miss.
Even a simple hello from you puts me at ease.

I find myself searching for distractions in order to allow time to gently fly by as I await your arrival back home to me. 

Too many sad souls roaming about at night.

I will live freely, to the best of my ability. To obtain happiness for myself because I have learned that it is not about living to please those around you. You realize this only when you put others before yourself. You are important. You are significant, don’t forget about yourself.

If one person brings you down, if one negative event pulls you deeper, if anything, don’t forget that there is always a reason to smile. One smile can turn your world around. Don’t let one or two failures pull you deeper, you have the ability to pull yourself to your highest point. 

To be happy, all you have to do is be. 

It is only when you wake up, you realize that it was just a dream.

Can I just shut my eyes and return to you?

If only—

Stop making excuses for yourself and own up to your mistakes or you will never truly move forward. 

I find it so difficult to be so far away from you.

I caught myself again. Feeling too much over an emotion that was absolutely nothing. Sometimes I feel that my mind is chaos. It simply creates unnecessary thoughts out of nothing. 

Dream with me.

I don’t want to feel this way. I want to hear from you. 

A sign, a gesture, a word—

Give me a sign that everything is okay. 

You will live on as more than just a memory. 

I wrote him a song

One day I’ll sing to him
 

The rhythm of my compressed feelings

The words of— 

One day,

One day you’ll hear my song. 

The self inflicted pain of over thinking.

Why do I have to feel so insecure?