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I always seem to find that when people say if you ever need to talk, don’t be afraid to and such but when it comes down to weeks like this, were if I need someone to talk to, I don’t feel safe talking to them, or comfortable.

I feel the cold enducing my core smothering my flame turning it to frost freezing my veins and turning me to stone, my emotions being forced behind closed doors, cold doors, fashioned of bronze lined with steel locking away the excitement that makes me who I am, I can feel it choking me with little hope of release

Can’t eat can’t sleep, I can’t even go to class, my mind is in places unknown and I don’t know what to say, my doors seem to be closing and It seems I might have slipped and fell farther then I could imagine, my friends seem but strangers. My world seems to be only a shadow of how big it was before

Maybe I fall just a bit too easily…. Maybe that’s just who I am, I’ll never understand how a girl can just get my attention and once she has it, it fails to be broken until she breaks it.

Ever think of how beautiful you are

I try and express what I see through words, my mind is crossed and jumbled not always admitting what I mean to and through the scraps I leave with a scar something that will be part of defining who I am and who I will be, my mind is different and I know it will take a special someone to figure out how deep it actually is. But if I ever find that person I know there will be scraps but away from all that I will do my best as her man to make her life as sweet and amazing as I can. That is who I am

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