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Surrounded by laughs and smiles While I just listenOnly my ears are openSealed lips shut Words can’t be spoken
While your mind sits listlessly on its throne, mine ventures to the edges of imagination. Opening up doors you unknowingly pass by, taking notes all the while,
What do you do when the words “it’s okay,” just simply aren’t true? What can be done when the body aches against the phrase, stomach tied tight in webs like spiders, tongue standing still like a silent statue?
Laughing Smileing Shy Sad Scared Angry
What If there wasn't any snow? There wasn't any children hitting eachother with snowballs. No Merry White Christmas Holiday phone calls. No dreaming of "a white Christmas",
What if I told you That when I think you about my skin lifts from my bones and my brain turns into mush? What if I told you That when you contact me my reality becomes distorted? What if I told you
Silently angry of an arguab
You wear a mask like me. We can both see it, But neither of us have the courage to say it. You always go above and beyond for me: You sacrificed your time To relieve my pain
Standing, arms crisscrossed as the dead, I stand. And now she let's lose in soft lips a coo "Trust me" "I'll catch you" She's waiting, but I'm still standing because what -what if she doesn't?
Spittle flies in my face. I stare him down. He glares at me. "You don't know anything!" Shouts he, veins throbbing on his brow. "Not all people with guns are killers, "Not all guns will be used for harm,
what if we were all born blind? what if the eyes that rigorously alter out outlook on life were taken away? what if there was no "fatties" no one cared how they looked or were seen as
Fourteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Spain. Germany. England. Parents. Money. Him. Why does the universe prevent Me from living? I’ve lived my whole life
if. the two letters stuck in the middle of this crazy thing called life. the four letters that can be amazing or we can say if only. the one word
Why couldn't you tell me? Or why couldn't I see? Are some of those scars on your wrists because of me? Now I feel it's all my fault, what if one day I'd wake up and you'd be gone? And all along, it could have been stopped.
It's the 'what if' that creates curiosity… It's the 'what if' that pulls you in… It's the 'what if' that stops you… It's the 'what if' that penetrates every lasting thought in your mind…