Sometimes the feeling of being shattered keeps me alive, it defines me
My heart buries itself at midnight and resurfaces during the day time
I am me a little at time and then I am no body all at once
Clueless to this thing called life, I am ran over and forgotten
I am hidden and unaware but also aware of the things that I hate the most
I hate that I lost the most important person in my life and can never get them back
I hate roses because they die quicker that the happiness that I felt a second ago
I hate memories because they are of the past and I can’t get them back, especially the good ones that meant the most
I will never be fearless enough, so my dreams collect dust
I am unimaginably different, I wish I was more











