You may not know,
But I know things you don't.
You can believe it,
But I think you just won't.
The side of the story
That you'll never see,
Hey, I know it's true,
And it isn't just me.
Like trees, they talk,
They chatter at night.
They whisper so softly,
You can't hear them fight.
Their language is different
Than ours, you know.
But saplings and sycamores
Converse as they grow.
Listen, I can hear them,
Sing through the wind.
Try to hear those sweet trees,
And let the friendships begin.
An optimistic pessimist
The bliss without the ignorance
Even when she's happy she's always pleasant
There's a difference between naive and innocent
A people pleasing introvert
Making others smile to heal the hurt
A mission failed if it didn't work
Lying to herself so it can't feel worse
A selective failed perfectionist
Never good enough to deserve the bliss
She hears the screams but she wants the fist
She doesn't deserve any better than this
The invisible shining light of hope
The quarantined and the antidote
Afraid to speak of the words she wrote
When she sinks a boat to keep the world afloat
The clearest sense when the world's a blur
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I just wanted someone.
That's all I wanted.
Someone.
To love.
To think about.
To hold me in their arms and tell me everything was okay.
And for a while, I had it.
An innocent little school-girl crush.
It was adorable.. and beautiful.. and I took it for granted even though I shouldn't have..
I thought it was the relationship I should cherish.
But it wasn't.
All that was was a mere fluffy happiness I could have until the pure heartache set in.
You know what I should have cherished wayyyy before all that crap?
Those few months where all I had was an innocent secret I could keep to myself.
And every night when I was wide awake
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