You want to know happiness and yet you cannot stand the thought to bear pain.
So how do you expect to know when you are really happy when you do not even know what real pain is like?


The problem isn’t being told that everything is going to be ok,
It’s not knowing how to make everything ok.

I find solitude in hurting myself and the people around me.
Are you going to tell me that that’s ok?

Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me that that’s OK?

This is the part I struggle with the most, holding it together and trying not to overthink every little thing and just wanting and waiting to be ok again. And then I find myself here again. One way or another. Every single time.

Tell me how to be OK again because it’s so lonely being here.

Last night I dreamt that I was having the time of my life doing things I had always wanted to do.
I was laughing, my hands were in the air and I was grasping for breath.
But you weren’t even there.

Not that you even wanted to.

So I think, this is where it ends.