I feel like drawing or at least painting something. I feel like creating something. Maybe when I get home from band I will. I just have to figure out what.
“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”
(Source: thesuicideofangels)
There the space is reserved for fools like me; Tried to kill myself at least a dozen times. Nothing seemed to turn out right.
(Source: lostbottlefullofsand)
I can shut down for a while
Put off the fact that I have to face the world
If I can just pretend a little longer
Let my eyes rest a minute more
It’s the only thing I can do
Because besides that I’ll be waiting
Forever or until the day I know will never come
It’s a truth I avoid,
The one thing I try not to dwell on
But to my mind it constantly returns
If I can only find something else to do
At least for the meantime…
