blackbirddeath

I found myself in a song. It told me not to say that I'm sorry and to never regret. I felt like I should run, There's something waiting. For me, for all. There is no more watching, The stage can belong to you. The inspiration will find you when it's time to lose yourself. Only when you do can something fill you entirely with what you're supposed to be. I was afraid. But when I opened my eyes the monsters weren't real; I had been looking in a mirror. I was the monster. Before I learned to jump I crawled trough my own head and found a way to my heart. I wish the same for everyone who has not yet found something. Love the things you

"Walking out the door this morning wondering what it is that's going on with you, thinking of a way to say I'm sorry for something that I'm not sure I do." "I never want to see you unhappy, I thought you'd want the same for me. Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopless dream, I'm trying not to think about you can't you just let me be. Goodbye my luckless romance my back is turned on you, should've known you'd bring me heartache almost lovers alway do. I can not go to the ocean, I can not drive the streets at night, I can not wake up in the morning with out you on my mind. So your gone and I'm haunted and I bet you are just...fine. Did I ma

Say what you mean. Coward. Be who you used to be. Liar. Do what you love. Poser. Love me like I want you to. Dictator. Nevermind, just give me my heart back. Criminal. I never should have trusted you... Never should have fallen... Never should have listened... And never shall I again. You lose sweetheart. ...but so do I.

How can everything that's wrong be so                                    right. Everything I thought was right is now so                                    wrong. I'm numb inside a world of                                     pain. Red inside a world of                                     blue. I would like to say I've been in                                      love. Knowing that I never really                                      was. Tired of all the different                                      wrongs. Wanting all the different                                       rights. Knowing it will always be. Forever. Wr

I would have been fine If her name wasn't Alice Life would be the same Nothing would be changed There wouldn't be this pain If her name wasn't Alice I would have been happy If her name wasn't Alice The sun would shine brighter I wouldn't be a fighter My heart would be lighter If her name wasn't Alice But was and it is Something I'll always miss The smell of her hair In the crisp morning air That pretty blue dress I think I loved the best No wait there was one that could not be outshined The smile of this lovely Alice of mine I would have been fine Life would be better I might even still be As mad as a hatter…

Chapter One “What if it isn’t you and me forever?” The girl sighed, looking up to the boy’s sad, cerulean eyes. He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. “I mean, Daniel, we’re lucky to even have been together for this long. Five years. Five years, when most people our age can’t last a month.” She swallowed hard, blinking away any tears that could possibly spring up. “We’re nineteen. We don’t know…anything or what we want…” Her sentence was lost as her voice cracked, she stared at the barely cut grass beneath her red Chuck Taylors, trying to distract herself so she wouldn

 This letter doesn’t plan on making whole lot of sense, so be prepared. I always know what to say before I start writing…why? Of course, you know, that’s just me. I’m not sure, exactly what to say because all the words have been scratched over and moved behind and crushed. You have no idea how heartbroken I was reading your blogs. I’ve been distracting myself with less important things so I wouldn’t have to deal with seeing what I’ve done. Once I started crying I couldn’t stop, at this moment I’m still trying to keep it in. it’s what I’m famous for. Never believe me when I say I’m ok

Wandering, you ever are. One place then the next, constantly moving. I feel anxious when I don't know where you are. It constantly pops up in my mind that you are not in my sights. I barely feel I know you. You probably don't acknowledge my existence. You don't know me. How I can get. When it's dramatic, the waves crash down harder upon the strong, changing shore. Shining. The eyes I wish to see. Movement. Where I don't want you to be. Funny, life works against us. How you won't stay still. How I won't move. Will this become something? Or fall into the nothing many others reside in? I wish not of the latter. I wish a lot.