Life

The world can be a bitch. Our lifes can take turns for the worst. But we all need to move on from our past. Our eyes have seen things no one sheal repeat. The friends we've made and the ones we've lost. They were all there for us. The cuts we've made and the tears we've cried and all the shit we've been through. I know sometimes we feel alone but in time we'll find ourselves. While are mistakesstick out like blood on a white tiled floor. We seem to go on without ripping things off the walls and screaming till the police show up to figure out what the hell is going on.We try to say we're fine but it seems when those words do spill out no one seems to find it believeable. No one else can live oue lifes like we do. Sometimes we've been told to never fail or we'll never make it. No one can feel the way you do. Our lifes are not writen out for people to fix, as if they would even try to help. No one can feel the way you when the coldness of the blade presses aganist you scared wrist. Maybe we like it this way and we dont want to feel loved or maybe we are afriad to loose what little we have in our lifes just to move on. No one can do it better then we can. The way we scream they would never what to het enough. I guess we do like it in a sick twisted way. We're screaming for more. I know we all might hate what we've beed through and wished the worst to the ones who fucked us over. Honey we're saying sorry for no reason.