And in my darkest hours I look to you. If you’re there I pray you hear me. My voice may ache but I am sincere. My eyes are swollen with tears but I want to see clearly. Tears stain my cheeks and it shows my fears. But I am here and if you’re there I pray you hear me. I pray. I pray. I pray. I pray you hear me.
It’s June 21, 2017 – 3:08 AM. I’m just here…doing nothing but contemplating. I just want the sun to come up. Do you feel that way sometimes? Like you yearn for tomorrow or for a time where you believe you have it all together just the way you like? Maybe I’m impatient, maybe I’m too anxious or maybe I’m just bored?
When you’re left alone with your thoughts
Does it sound like you’re stuck in a box?
The way you speak to yourself like that
The way you speak to yourself
Oh so fucking rude
You’re such a bitch
Can’t you see?
The very one that’s got your back
You turn on like a little pussy
She’s more than meets the eye
A little girl with so much pride
Never contemplated suicide
She wants to ride high
And hold on to the tide
She is you
You are her
Love her forever
And she’ll see you through this weather