Trust You.

out of all the things i do, i feel growing up. the feeling ive felt so many times. i dont know why ive only comitted myself too this love. ive been sleeping so little these days. since ive been feeling your darkness, i realized im not so bright anymore. i turned on my phone and realized theres nothing there from you. is this the end to your victory? im stranded on this world all by my self. a little child of god, forced too grow up too quickly. scared of the big view around her. with no easy way out, how do i trust you?

You are the most beautiful.

perfection is a beautiful lie,

conected up with-in the soul beneath the heart,

tied up with hidden talents.

you musn't corrupt the happiness, in the world.

eveen if that means, dying.

there isnt any crying.

in this perfect world of ours.

you cant show your hurt.

you musnt show, feel, or give any pain.

but for you must love.

love a passionate love.

a real love.

it's easier than silence.

but sometimes we would rather wish for something we had,

than what we have.

but its harder,

harder than you think.