Im stuck somewhere in between finally knowing the difference between tears brought on by shock and tears of joy.
You're somewhere in between learning there is a difference between not leaving because deep down you really dont feel like giving into the effort of it all and being too scared to actually ******* leave.
Your mother would be ashamed to hear the words coming out of my mouth and I'm dying to get mine to notice I'm even speaking.
Smoking one cigarette is not going to **** me like I wish it would and buying a pack is a silly waste of pocket change
My dad doesnt love me and I dont believe he ever cared but I'm sure it felt nice to brag about my straight A's before I threw them down the toilet with last nights dinner because I didnt feel good enough.
My thoughts cant come out quick enough and my brain cant scatter them together to form a properly formed sentence. My brain is mush and you are God and Im fighting to have you realize I'm good enough for you to put out of my misery

You are worth more than the holes in your walls and the crumpled up papers from words you just couldnt write down the right way
You are worth more than your mothers empty cries and your fathers ****** knuckles
You are not his angry temper and you are certainly not her bad judgement
You are worth more than freshly stained porcelain and locked bathroom doors
You are worth more than broken promises and half hearted apologies scribbled down on napkins because you clearly werent worth the time to waste finding paper

You are worth more
You are worth so much more
You are the sun and the moon and hold all the stars in your eyes. You are worth falling in love in a street corner coffee shop and diving head first into life for the first time with newly opened eyes. You are worth so much more than this.
You are worth more than all of this.
You are you, and there is no one worth more

When we were kids we played hide and seek
We would sit there motionless, holding back giggles. Growing impatient just waiting to be found
As we grew older we stopped playing,  holding back giggles turned into fighting back tears. We became restless and sick, tired from being sick and sick from being tired and oh so ready to be done with all the games we wished to never stop playing when we were little years before now.
We remind ourselves that we are not children any longer and we need to forget about those games and stop rambling and to grow up but all I can do is sit here and wonder if all this is true or all we all just scared that we'll never be found?

Its kind of funny how you can take away and replace the third letter in lovely and then it will be nothing but the word lonely,
Empty, silent, sad, lonely.
Almost like the day you left your side of the bed for the last time, not thinking twice.
It must have been time..
It's just kind of funny how everything is fine, until someone decides to change letters or you run out of time