she didn’t crave the drugs or alcohol, but she craves the love she knows she deserves.
he loved her in the way she didn’t want to feel loved
Finding yourself after being lost for so long is one of the few best feelings in the world
The difference between the sun and the moon?
receives my happiness and
the best parts of me.
the moon sees my pain and
how broken to pieces I really am.
I am left to believe you love me with your words; When your actions tell a different story.
Locked in a prison, isolated, put away, dealing with my own demons . Nobody to blame but me. Here I stay. Thoughts overwhelm me , I could barley breath. Thinking to myself will I ever be free? Me, myself, and I do more damage than any other person can do to me . I put myself down never liking what I see in the mirror, seeing my past mistakes and problems appearing like the side mirror “objects are closer than they appear.” I thought they were slowly slipping away kinda like my faith. I’m like a ship lost at sea, searching for a lighthouse to lead the way.
She parties to feel surrounded
Yet deep down she’s lonely and hurting