Her eyes like pools of honey
her smile turning everything funny
I stand and hold her hand
as my resolve turns to sand
She speaks words of meaning
I find her still leaning
Leaning on me I found
myself wound down
Her efforts went unnoticed
as my dream started to flourish
I had things to say
but would she listen
My heart beating like a drum
oh god please get me some rum
It hurts to see her I can't stop
the rhythm is disrupted
It's too far away
I can't get it back she comes closer
the order makes no sense anymore
thing are out of control
oh god she has that smile
that wonderful smile
help me find the strength to be,
just
A student was on his way home from a long and tiring day at school. He wanted to go home and relax in front of the T.V like everyone else. He was on his way to a bus stop when he saw a star, a Christmas star. A star shining huge and bright in the darkness that the night brought, that covered the streets like a veil, a star almost like a beacon to something else besides the life he was living.
The student noticing that he has time left before the bus comes decides to go see the star up close. He takes a step toward the star when he stops, a thought crosses his mind. A thought t
Her eyes like pools of honey
her smile turning everything funny
I stand and hold her hand
as my resolve turns to sand
She speaks words of meaning
I find her still leaning
Leaning on me I found
myself wound down
Her efforts went unnoticed
as my dream started to flourish
I had things to say
but would she listen
My heart beating like a drum
oh god please get me some rum
It hurts to see her I can't stop
the rhythm is disrupted
It's too far away
I can't get it back she comes closer
the order makes no sense anymore
thing are out of control
oh god she has that smile
that wonderful smile
help me find the strength to be,
just
A student was on his way home from a long and tiring day at school. He wanted to go home and relax in front of the T.V like everyone else. He was on his way to a bus stop when he saw a star, a Christmas star. A star shining huge and bright in the darkness that the night brought, that covered the streets like a veil, a star almost like a beacon to something else besides the life he was living.
The student noticing that he has time left before the bus comes decides to go see the star up close. He takes a step toward the star when he stops, a thought crosses his mind. A thought t
Cutting. Cutting is not just a cry for help externally, but internally. You cut to say what you are afraid to speak to others. You want them to help you. But more so, you are trying to get your body to fix itself. In a way its like you are subconsciously saying Ok body, I dont know how you work, but I am broken (different), and its not getting better. You need to wake up and heal me, fix me, make me ok again. Or you remember your life before a trauma, and you are again subconsciously convinced that something inside you has changed, and by trying to heal yourself, you are trying to restore yourself to