Just South Of Knowing Why

I act differently from everyone else. I always have done so. Up until I was about 15, I practically lived inside my own head, spinning an elaborate fantasy life, where I reigned. I had power, intelligence, confidence, and the ability to touch people in this world. I shined, and people loved me. I overcame the dark, and showed the people how I was beautiful inside. But like all stories, this fantasy life had to end. So now I find other outlets for my imagination. I see beauty in insignificant things. I create clothing. I teach myself guitar. I do graphics design. And I write. Poems. Short Stories. Descriptions. Or about my emotions. And whilst I pour my soul out into a creation, I feel completely free. I am floating.

You’re the kind of reckless that should send me running but I kinda know that I won’t get far.

You slowly lifted your head from your hands
You said “I just don’t think you’ll understand
You’ll never look at me that way again
If you knew what I did”

And so your tears fell and melted the snow
You told me secrets nobody had known
But I never loved you more, even though
Now I know what you did

This is going to be a hell of a lot more difficult than i thought

Ending it all seems like a beautiful option right now

Pray that I don’t do anything stupid. Or maybe pray I do.

Fucked up again. Nothing new there.

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You are more than the sum of your past mistakes

Would you miss me if I was gone?

Or would you just shake your head, roll your eyes and not even cry?

I don’t have anyone to turn to anymore.

I went to the trent river this morning and stood on the bridge for 40 minutes, staring into the water below.

it gets more tempting every time