you can’t be by yourself you can’t be by yourself they kept you in the dark in a room with nothing sharp until you were well you told me that you were so scared of what they know but love isn’t afraid love is using your first name in the poems that i wrote
follow me to a home abandoned at the shore there’s a story on the walls written in marker across the halls that you’ll adore and no one can see us now like the sun behind the clouds lets grab a drink for lunch and wash out the taste of blood from our guilty mouths when you stepped into the light i saw it running down your thighs and thought what a beautiful sight to see you alive
here’s a little acoustic song i wrote last night in my bedroom. happy valentines day~
flatsound /// be yourself you can’t ever look past the way that you yourself felt talk to yourself, well, that’s the meaning of self help and don’t beat yourself up in the pursuit of self happiness because half the battle’s asking passionately just what “happy” is take some time off to self reflect and self measure sometimes you need to be self centered to understand yourself better I’m feeling self possessed without the selfishness of self obsession but if I do this for myself and no one else then it is self expression self confident in that I’ll never let myself forfeit every word I write I’m certain I’m just painting a self portrait and to all the self destructive people who feel they’ll never be themselves again just know I understand that self inflicted pain is self defense so don’t sell yourself short or label yourself as stupid because when you’ve hit rock bottom every movement is a self improvement
a million missed calls “I called you up again today and you didn’t pick up. It’s weird. I didn’t expect it to happen this quickly, you know? The thought of growing apart before we ever really knew each other. And now, now I don’t fucking have a life. I sit here and I worry about myself so much that it’s almost offensive when other people worry about me. But you, it was different with you. It’s like I wanted you to care, I wanted you to be nosy. I wanted you to be there. And I know it’s stupid of me to say you don’t care, of course you do. But I want you to care so much more. I want you to care so much that it annoys me, that it annoys everybody around us.
So all you really left me with was an empty chest, and all I left you with was a million missed calls. But that’s okay, because one day you’ll know that I tried. and at the end of each day I can rest my head easy telling myself that I tried.”
a quick song I wrote you a quick song to say I know you’re hurt but that’s okay because everyone gets hurt and everyone gets down don’t let this world just throw you around because I know how you get and it scares me more than I’d like to admit