Once upon a time There was a sweet, Happy, A perpetually smiling Little girl.

Sure, She was strange, As most are, But she was loved.

Soon enough, That happy girl was Drifted away, As one does.

She felt eyes everywhere Judging, And staring, Even if they weren’t.

She felt alone In a world of Eight billion people.

She knew she was unwanted.

So, that little girl Locked her Strange self away ...

Getting old, It’s such a relative term. It’s more of a state of mind Than it is anything else.

When I get old, I won’t really be old, I’ll still play on the swings, And laugh at little things.

I won’t be confused And look down upon The new generations.

And most of all, I’ll still be me, Not a grumpy, Grey, Grandma.

But as I age, So does the Rest of the World.

And soon enough, Everyone that...

Everyday. Something, Someone Is lost.

Whether it’s Your cousin’s Toy car, Or your Best friend’s Dad.

Any day, Anything Can be lost.

I just hope This time It’s not Myself....

She said this, He said that. I heard it from… You didn’t hear it from me but… Did you hear about…? Rumors. Never true But somehow always true. They’re exaggerated And grow like a Never ending vine. It’s hard to tell How it started, But rumours Are nothing And know nothing About me Or you....

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I chose you. I chose you, And that should mean something. It was like picking a flower. But not because you’re beautiful, Or smell nice. It was because you made me feel something, As a flower does. Though, in the end, The flower dies. Similar to the love I had For the idea of you and I. I chose you. I chose you, And that should mean something. Though, in...

A sanctuary can be anywhere. Just a place where you feel safe. Where you feel a home. It where you don’t need to constantly feel conscious of your surroundings, you know it’ll protect you. It can be a person, it can be a place. It just has to be something that makes you feel more than ordinary, something that elevates you to feel extraordinary. And if you haven’t found that, it’s okay, you may nev...

Beneath the surface, I am a different girl. One who doesn’t care.

About anything. Like your useless opinions. That no one asked for.

Because in the end. No one really ever cares About all of this....

You’re the ocean. May seem like a strange comparison, But you are. I could drown in just the idea of you alone. I’d go out too far. So far I can’t stand. Just because it’s you. I’ll stay till I sink. And when I sink I’ll be sinking in you. As long as it’s you. Sinking deep. But it’d be so thrilling, And so exciting That I’d forget to come up for air. And simply just drown in you. The ocean, My oce...

It’s finally happening. It’s all becoming real. The things that everyone said was just me. Just me overthinking, Thinking the worst. Constant negativity. But this time the worst happened. This time all my overthinking was worth it. Me being negative finally paid off. And all those optimistic losers never saw it coming....

It’s like I’m drowning. I can’t seem to do anything right. In everyone else’s eyes I may be a monster. But to me, I’m my hero. I was the one who saved myself. From drowning. From hurt. From letting everyone stomp all over me. It may seem selfish, but these days I only care about myself. Because if I don’t, I’ll start sinking all over again. And I don’t know if I can save myself again....