even if your voice comes back again, maybe there’ll be no one listenin’

No you’re full of crap.

Eloquent.

It’s easier to say things - when they’ve been said by someone else first. Especially when it’s someone quote worthy.. and especially when it’s too hard to speak the words yourself. To form the sentences and join the words from your own thoughts. It hurts, it tears you apart.

I’m sorry that you’re too naive to see that. Too caught up on what you think is right. You’re stuck.

I’ve made you realize that, and you resent me for it.

When I go, you will have no one. Your life with have less meaning than it does now.

And guess what? You pushed me out.

I can see your pride, and I can see through it. Sometimes it’s hard, sometimes I lose sight.. But I always break through. You always crack, no matter how small

There’s nothing pure enough. That’s my greatest weakness.

Nothing great enough, nothing pure enough. Nothing worth it.

I’ve been so foolish recently. It’s okay though. I’m meant to make mistakes, to take detours. I needed this hurt. It’s going to help me in the future.

But what hurt? Am I that confused? Deluded, even? This hurt is just confused emotion, misdirected. So much energy lost in translation.

Your heart needs preperation before you find your great love. You need to fall, and break.. bend & compromise. I just wish you didn’t.  I want everything to be beautiful and poetic.

I want my life to reflect some great love-story. Some legendary tale.

I’m just angry! Fed up.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t want to go home, but I don’t want to stay here.