rock bottom.

they say when you hit rock bottom you have no way to go but up. but whenever i think i hit the bottom of the bucket, there is always some new way that i fall again. ive been falling a lot lately. too much. i hate those sort of days. but there is something peaceful about a depressed sort of day.

hoping.

hoping, hoping, hoping, that this wish might come true. but hoping doesnt do anything. actions do. but actions can lead to pain. and pain can lead to tears. and tears i cant deal with anymore. so how to get this hope into reality? a new challenge. one im afraid to meet.

flying.

cant wait till the day i fly so high up in the sky, that i leave it all behind. just me and the sky. a battle yet to be fought...

i dont know why.

i dont know why some days im pulled into a depression so deep that i cant even see the top of the hole. i dont know why i hate to see you walking away, even though you didnt even know that i was there. i dont know why i still feel this, even after all the pain you seem to put me through.

some days.

some days i just was to turn away from the world. some days i feel like being the bright sunshine. some days i feel like lighting the whole world on fire. some days i feel like never going anywhere. but every day...i want to talk to you. you make it all better...but i think you want to turn away from me...