More Writing from the Train

And it’s like we are fourteen all over again. 

None of them actually feel loved. 

They have no foundation, 

No destination 

And breathe in every temptation.

And that needle begs to the empty eyes to fill up again.

Those pills scream to the broken hearted that they can heal any and every pain.

That rope gives to the fallen something to hold onto.

That pool of water helps them fill all of their holes.

That gun gives them the power and control

With a velocity that can kill and

For the first time possibly give these lost a straight direction.

That knife being pressed against their skin

Gives them a sort of awkward comfort that can’t be patched up,

Just like their cracked mindset.

It’s a supplement they feel they don’t have.

Those weapons used to face their fears are

Meant to complete them in the only way they have life.



Don’t tell me what to believe in. I let myself open up and fall. Just to be reminded fairy tales don’t exist and you can only be prince charming through the lies. Once the magic wears off your are just as lost, distracted and useless as the last.

Go ahead, hide behind that mask baby.

You’ve been doing it all along.

No sense to share who you are with the world.

Better play me like a puppet.

 And just when, I’m reeled in you let loose.

Showing me the creature you held in for too long.

Once I saw the real you,

I needed to let go myself baby.

I’m not gonna be your doll.

You can’t move me along with whatever you do.

So while you hid behind that mask,

I caved when you pulled.

I played the puppet to perfection.

But I refuse to wear this makeup any longer.

I will not bend to help you make me break.

I will not satisfy your inhibitions

Just to give you a false comfort.

I am my own master.

The more you give into your fears,

The more you lose me.

One of these days the strings will be gone

And I will be happy on my own again.

I won’t play pretend. I gave into a world of make believe, of false promises and distant dreams of an alternate reality that only you could still believe in. imp done with this game of mushy sayings and happily ever after. Of fake smiles and forced laughter’s. Love isn’t fake and everything with you has been. And quite frankly, I am sick of playing along.

I want real. I want passion and lust. I want compliments on more than just my sexual appeal. I want someone who thinks about romantic dates and cute gestures. I want a real person full of heartbreak and memories of what it was like to fall. I want future dreams and would you rather. I want more than a possibility. I want the truth and the truth is yours is all a lie.

Please heart. Stop breaking. Stop beating. Stop caring. Stop being. Make things easy on me. Stop the hope, the pain the endless carefree love. Because that is what first love is? It’s not just your first kiss or romantic date. It’s not your first gentleman or first Armstrong. It’s your fairy tale, your very best friend. He’s the one that your heart will always beat for. And the one you never thought you be without. He’s the reason you loved life and the first person you truly trusted. He’s your everything. But mainly, he’s your pain. Your broken dream and overplayed record. He’s the reason your trust is withered and your heartbeats seem farther apart. He’s EVERY worry, every question and every possibility of a problem. He is your conscious and brain, he’s also the lock and key on your heart. Beckoning them to enter and begging to keep them away.

Look at her. She’s your goddess. You have her on a pedestal that is far beyond anyone else’s each. She’s got to have flaws. Don’t you see her imperfections? Are you ready for THAT disappointment?

Is she ready for what you are saying? You don’t realize she battles it because she wants to believe it’s a lie. She wants you to prove her wrong. Sometimes you have to let your backbone show a little. Sometimes you have to call her bluff.

Lead her. Take the first step. Go slow. She forgot what its like to go down this road. Take her hand and guide her. Get to far ahead and she will surely drown. Take it a step at a time. Let her soak it all in and enjoy it. Give her time to fall.

Its gonna be tough. Its gonna test your patience. Its gonna be a lot more wrong then right. But show her the ending she has stopped believing in and you will win her over.

Do you see that little girl? She must be four or five.

No one told her the truth her whole life.

She’s been brought up on lies of happily ever after,

Broken dreams and empty glass bottles.

The worlds been warped from the bruised arms and broken hearts.

Yet this girl still plays "he loves me, he loves me not"

Only about her very own father instead of her prince charming.

She is gonna be the strongest person you will ever know.

With her head in the clouds to escape

Her feet on the ground to maintain

And her strength around her own heart to protect.

And she’s already that way. But she’s only four or five.

Just wait.

Writing From The Train

And it’s those little things that wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else. But with me, it pulls and it means more than gifts ever could. It shows me that someone can genuinely care and understand that romance is powerful. It’s important and to be who you are. And that I could just possibly be happy with the kind of person you REALLY are.

Maybe my walls are a few feet too high
maybe I worry for no reason why.
Maybe I will stop expecting the worst.
Maybe things with you won’t really hurt.

Please understand that I am giving this a fighting change.
I don’t want to regret not finding out that maybe
there is such things as magic
and maybe eternal happiness is beckoning me,
just around the corner.

You are more to me than the next fling under my belt.
You remind me of exactly the kind of person that I used to be.
The one that believed in fairy tales and dreams
the one that imagined and was a kid again.
The one that knew anything was possible
and more importantly that everything were worth it.

And I don’t know if you know this
but I’ve reached the second or third
to last step of getting you out of my life
threes not many more to go
and the worst part of all of it
is that I am happy with that.

Funny how the littlest things prove to me just how worth it you are.

I am stronger than anyone ever thought.

The friends, the kids, the lack of direction, and how many warning signs did I need?
How many times did I need to pretend that they didn’t matter
that they would change, that things would get better?

Let's run away.
Lets be the couple I’ve always dreamed of being.

"Boyfriend" who would have thought that that word
the word that I believed in perfectly for six years
scared the utter crap out of me

fairy tales used to be so easy to believe in
is it possible to believe again?

And where are the breakups with liars in fairy tales?
The conman that get exposed just so the right prince can come along.
Where are the problems that lead to the happily ever after?

Maybe I can believe in love again.

E.A.S.Y.
Things haven’t been easy in my life
in a long time.
Who would have thought it could be possible

and we both have our own lives.
We both face our own problems
but we've learned that it’s a little easier
a little simpler
with someone by your side.

Please show me how to believe again
and I promise I will show you the entire world
of love through open doors and precious memories.

You are too... perfect.
You say exactly what I want to hear.
In the beginning that frightened me.
I thought I’d get bored because I knew
exactly what you were going to say.
Turns out it just keeps me hooked.

Hold my hand.
Ill brings you to a world
not even you could dream of.
Ill shows you things
you thought were impossible.
And the high you get
wont ever go away.
Love is the capability
to feel things
you never knew existed.
Its there babe
just take that deep breath
and dive in.

And its those butterflies that I just get when thinking of you

funny how when I try to plan out my life,
it backfires and every time
I leap blindly I find an even better reason to love life.

Imp petrified yet addicted.
You make me believe in worlds
that I had given up on
so, so long ago

as a child it is easy to believe in happily ever after.
Glass slippers and awakening kisses.
Its easy to think that price charming is coming for you
and that love triumphs everything
it would ever be faced against.
Its easy to believe in the magic, the romance,
and the way that everything fits perfectly.

in the beginning all love is like a child
its easy to believe
what fairy tales don’t teach you
is that it’s hard to hold on.
And once you let go
you start believing it all was a lie

but don’t suffocate the child at heart, my dear.
She has a thing or two to remind you about love.
Just know that those butterflies return,
happily ever after comes closer everyday
and the right guy will be the right fit.
Certain kisses will awaken all your sense
and your knight in shining armor will defend you
to all of his capabilities.
Love is crucial
and the magic comes back with the right romance.
My dear, fairy tales don’t lay.

Tell her she’s broken and she'll tell you she’s just a bit unglued.
Tell her she’s not strong enough and she'll tell you when the moment comes,
everyone will be shocked. Tell her she can’t go on and she'll tell you she won’t ever stop

look into her eyes. She’s begging for her fairy tale. Prove to her that prince charming will sweep her off her feet with the cutest eyes and romantic gestures. Prove to her that strangers can be lovers and that the stroke of midnight is just another beginning to the magic. Prove to her that hearts are like glass slippers and with the right person. Everything we will fit perfectly. Prove to her that she can be her Cinderella and reach a happily ever after she deserves.
Look into her smile. She’s begging for her fairy tale. Please prove to her that her intelligence can be sexy and that her heart of gold is just as fragile as your flower of life. Show her that a new environment can be petrifying but it can be a perfect fit. Prove to her that shirting secrets brings people together and that the first snowfall can be magical. Show her that the heart of music guides every dance. Show her she can be her own Beauty and teach the happily ever after she never expected.
Look into her mind. She’s begging for her fairy tale. Prove to her that kisses can awaken the soul. Show her that even when the odds are against it, you will be by her side. Prove that magic really exists and happiness isn’t just a figment of her imagination. Make her very own princess and give her the happily ever after she needs.

When I am around you I don’t stop smiling.
Tell me, can it stay this way forever?

And she’s strong enough to go on because she’s strong enough to never let go.

She’s been hurt
you never know
she’s been brainwashed
you never guess
sometimes fairytales
start in everyday life
to save the broken
from the past

and she’s holding on. Is she afraid to let go?

Has supposed to be her support system. Her protection and her guiding light.
And he always was
he was also her years, her torture and her biggest fear.

And she doesn’t want another fake goodbye.
Tell him the real reason she left.
tell him she was sick of the men in her life beating her down
and this was the only one she could get out of
tell him she realized she was holding on
for the wrong reasons and even though he hurt her
she was willing to survive.

you are everything that you hated about my past
difference is you scared my heart
rather than my skin

you’ll never know why she really left
just like he will never know
how much he screwed her up

I can’t rely on you
even if I wanted to
you are just another question mark
that might be out to destroy me

you made us like this. I didn’t realize this until today. You made the baby hate the world. You showed her how wrong life could be. You made the picture perfect life attitude consume her. Because if there was one thing wrong in the world, then that meant you were too. You made her blame herself for all the problems in her world. Because if it was her fault, if she deserved it. Then you weren’t the bad guy... she was. You made us all like this.

You’ve made me HATE you.
You’ve made me give up.
You made me scared to love.
You made me scared to dream.
You’ve made this world of light and magic
burn out and crumble to the ground.
And I don’t know which pieces to put back together.
You’ve corrupted me.

I don’t want to need to be fixed.
I just want to walk in the right direction once.

Imp falling for you.
Those cute dimples and gorgeous eyes.
The believe in magic and positive attitudes.
The way you believe in me and care about me.
Imp falling for the indecisive romantic
and the kid loving dreamer.
Imp falling for you. All of you.
Baby, I can’t believe I am falling.

The Art of The ManPeriod

I don't know if you all know this but girls aren't the only ones that "PMS". And I don't mean this in the "dictionary definition" way. I mean this in the classic contextual way that most people refer to it.

Yes ours happen for like a week every month and you think we are the queens from hell at times. We bitch, we moan, we complain. We crave, we need... did I say we bitch. But you know its coming, you know to expect it and you can learn how to react.

But my friend and I have decided that you boys, you have it too. This we have titled The Man Period. Now The Man Period is not as scientific. It doesn't happen due to internal bleeding and upset hormones (that we can prove at this time anyway). As the leading "research" may suggest, it also doesn't seem to have a cause linked to it at this time.

But it happens. So how does it happen? How do you know if you are having your Man Period? How do you deal with it? How should your friends deal with you?

First of all, lets work on the basics. It is not like a girl's cycle. Girls have theirs once a month (normally) and it lasts about 5 days. But The Man Period is more like that of a dog's period (and I don't mean that in any mean way). It happens once every several months, maybe even once a year. But unlike girls weekly problem, yours lasts for at least 3 weeks to a month.

The symptoms that we can find are normal of that of PMS. The boys become very, very, VERY irritable. It doesn't matter if they are hanging out with boys or girls. They can't sit still, they take everything as a offense and they explode onto others very, very, VERY frequently. They have random cravings and they want attention at some times and want to be thrown out the window at others. They want their "space" (Which may mean sitting in a car at a friends house around a group of friends, but with the windows closed listening to music). They may want to cuddle and then bitch at you for cuddling. They don't know what they want and they feel lost. They know that they are irritable but they also can not tell you why. They just know that you better be nice to them or you are going to see a new side to those adorable eyes of theirs.

How to deal with it is a bit trickier. When it comes to how you should deal with it. Just give people warnings. Let people know that you are irritable so that you don't step over that line. Eat chocolate. It makes people happy, try being happy. There is a reason girls flock to it. Learn from us.

For the people that the guy hangs around with a lot, they have a lot more to deal with than the guy on their Man Period. Let them sit in the car if they please. Do not make fun of them (around them anyways). Do not push their buttons. (I don't know about your group of friends but mine is one that loves to poke fun at one another. Do Not Do That.) Be understanding, or just ignore their offset moments. Buy them chocolate if it makes them shut up and feel better. Or better yet, buy yourself chocolate and offer them some. (That way you can be happy too). Handle them, like you would handle a girl that is a bit too cranky for your liking.

Their are other notable theories that back up the "Man Period" claim. Girls that live together, or flock together, typically get into a cycle with one another and all of their cycles tend to overlap (so some weeks it REALLY JUST might be a better idea to stay away from the sorority houses). Like girls, boys that have a pretty regular group of friends that are guys, tend to have theirs around the same time as well. Their Man Periods tend to overlap. It is not always the case (as it is not always the case with girls), but if one boy gets it one week, have your chocolate ready because the rest will probably follow soon.

I think The Man Period needs a further look into it and it needs to be researched on a higher scale. Due to the fact that I am 19 years old girl and i am just noting that all my guy friends seem to act up like this. (And i hang out with a LOT more guys than girls). We can probably conclude that research may be a little bit hard and it may need a lot more work.

But the big picture remains. Boys get just as cranky as girls and for no apparent reason. They go into these "periods" of time that just cant be given another reason other than that boys can "PMS" too.


Do you notice this with your friends? Have you found other ways to handle The Man Period?i dont know if you all know this but girls arent the only ones that PMS.

A Little Piece of Truth

As he holds her tiny body in his arms, he thinks the world of himself. Amazed at the child's beauty. Amazed at the way the love filled in his heart so quickly. He helped create this gorgeous baby girl. He can see her mother's complexion, his smile and her mother's soft blonde hair.
He knew that he'd be anything that this baby girl wanted. He could be her savior, her best friend, her fixer. He would bring her happiness and delight. He'd be more than her everything. He'd be her father.

As this baby girl grew into a toddler, he saved her from skinned knees and broken bones. She believed her father wasnt just the best man in the world, but the best person. She was a Daddy's Girl. "Dae" was all she wanted. He had become her best friend. And when her Barbie broke, he was there. When her necklace broke, he would fix it. She watched as he fixed everything he could. Even as a toddler, she admired that. He made her happier then she could be and anyone could read it on her face. Just seeing her father delighted her because she knew. He was more than her everything. He was her father.

As his baby girl grew into a kid, they began to distance. This girl had new friends, new experiences and it was a new life. But her father still saved her from those skinned knees and bumble bee stings. She was still a Daddy's Girl. She'd rather play baseball than dress up. She liked Legos better than Easy Bake Ovens. She;d rather be with her father than her mother. She'd rather be just like her father than anyone else in the world.He was still her best friend. And he still fixed her temper tantrums. He still made the broken into the "good." He was the fixer he wanted to be. He brought her the happiness he vouched to. He still brought her delight. But he didnt like that he wasnt her everything anymore. He was just her father; her savior, her best friend, and her fixer.

As this baby girl grew into a teenager, she became less and less family oriented. She had close friends, a steady job, and her eyes on the future. She was no longer a "Daddy's Girl". She was exactly who SHE wanted to be. She learned a lot about Life and Love. Glory and Defeat. Hardships and Pain. He could no longer save her from other's harsh words, from broken hearts or from a strained tie. He couldn't save her because she knew right from wrong. That savior, that best friend, that fixer, wasnt always right anymore. The more she grew up, the less right he became. He used pain to control her and fear to keep her in line. He pushed her, he pulled her hair, he choked her. He long ago stopped being her best friend, and now she didn't even consider him a friend. And it didnt happen often, but it happened throughout that toddler stage that she admired him, throughout that child stage that she wanted to BE him, throughout the teenage years that she wanted nothing to do with him. The difference became one thing, his baby girl finally reaized it was wrong. NOW it broke her heart because she didnt want to hate her father. She WANTED him to be her savior, her best friend, her fixer but this wasnt something he could fix. He brought her saddness and anger, not happiness and delight. He went from being more than her everything down to nothing. She didnt even want him as a father anymore because no father should break his baby girl's heart so bad. A father should look at his baby girl, with her blonde hair and her beautiful smile, and he should stay her savior, her best friend and her fixer, for all of her life.

Tied at the Hip

i feel like we were sewn together.

like every memory we had
they held us tighter,
got us closer,
made us stronger.
they were just another yarn
that we sewed to our hips
and held to our lips
that secret trust.
and we had so many ties-
so many strings
that we got confused.

we were lost inside our
own web of lies and promises.
we became tangled
as we tried to free ourselves
only to suffocate the other.
and it became such power
behind every motion,
such pride behind every twist,
such pain behind every
choking breath.

one day though,
one day we got smart.
we got sick of all the power,
all the fighting,
all the struggles to be free.
and stopped sewing up
our lives together.
we started to break apart,
we started to cut those ties,
we started to burn that yarn.
but some were just
a bit more tangled
and a little harder to get out.

and slowly, we were losing
everything we ever
stayed together for.
with just a few left to break
i see the struggle in your eyes
i hear the weakness,
in your voice.
arent you sure that
im not good enough?

after all this time?
you think you can go
and change your mind?
ive begged,
ive pleaded,
and i am done.
i am done
wishing on that star.

i will cut the ties
you are too afraid to lose.
i will cut that yarn
because its exactly
what i have to do.
because i know what
i need and i know
exactly what i want.

and i dont need
our lies and promises.
i dont need our
empty web of love.
i need my own strength,
my own guts to say
goodbye.

i need to prove to
myself that i am better
then you EVER viewed me,
that i am worth
EVERY star in the sky,
and that EVERY second
of your life, you will regret
losing mine.

"my best friend is my worst enemy"

"my best friend is my worst enemy"

"My best friend is my worst enemy" That was the text I got 2 days ago.

Interesting theory. I think this is an odd and remarkably long lasting type of friendship. It’s weird because these types of people grew up together and absolutely hate pal like the other but these two for whatever reason balance each other. And they hit a happy medium. Where both, revert back to their childhood. Its these odd types of friendships that confuse me. B/c I never had one of these. I see that nick does. Sam and hissy do. Floyd and Steve do. It’s how these people work. They are one way all by themselves, their friend is completely the opposite, and when they are together they are someone else entirely.

They are the ones that will defend the other to death, but bitch about someone just like them. They can ruin each other's lives but instead they guard it. I don’t know if these friends really will last forever, in nick’s case, they grew apart a bit. Her other is very busy. Sam is a slut; hissy has never had a guy. Sam is outgoing and flirty, hissy is crazy and lonely. These two are crazy together. They act like they are 8. Yet Sam’s new boy separated these two for now, hissy going away to school will add to that. Floyd is romantic and sweet. Steve is a sexist flirty player. Floyd wont even let his gas meet Steve too afraid Steve will steal them away. Yet when these two are together they are the perfect duo.

It’s odd this weird type of friendship that possesses and immature the people. Yet it is interesting. When they even know what is going on. When they have realized that they are best friends and worst enemies. And how scary of a combination those two are.

Random Writing

as she walked into the bar, she took her normal seat. the bartender gave her one look with a half smirk of a smile. she was staring at the table, her hair reflecting in the lights. giving her an aura of depression. as she looked up at him, she asked for her usual. she didnt realize that she wasn't alone.
he walked up to her, patted her shoulder and asked if she needed a friend to listen.
she told him that she doesn't want to dampen his mood and she doesnt want hers to become a reality. he told her, he needed to escape his reality.
"you look heartbroken, miss."
"you don't know the half of it." He looked into her eyes and saw all of the pain, the torture and the problems.
"someone as pretty as you should hurt so bad." she laughed at this remark.
"someone as pretty as me shouldnt have loved so much."
"do you really believe that?"
"is there anything else to believe?"
"you need to pick your head up, enjoy life and let your prince find you".
"i need to complete this story in my own way. who needs to wait for a price that will never come?"
"i bet that you used to believe in fairytales"
"thats before i was heartbroken. what does it matter? all i have learned is that boys use you and that one in a million can stay in love. and no matter what you do, sometimes its just not enough"
"are you sure you tried everything?"
"everything is an understatement. and im still not worth it to that, fool".
"fool he is to give up you."
"fool he is to give up on love."
and she downed her martini as if it was water. he knew better than try to lift her up, but maybe just maybe she was what he wanted. maybe depression wasnt the problem, maybe it was the fact that he felt for her. he knew that look, because that was all that stared back at him from the mirror for months.
"so will that drink really help you miss?"
"more than taking life on sober"
"maybe i can help more than that drink can"
"maybe i am done relying on guys when all they do is fall through."
"maybe not every guy will fall though. im not looking for anything more than cheering up that face of yours and brightening those shattered eyes."
"then grab a drink, speak up all of your lies and i will work on soaking them in"
"oh babe. you will have to do better than that. lets go for a walk"
and the two new friends walked away, destined to care for each other and finish the fairy tale they know that they have started.

do you ever wonder who wrote our love story?
which one of us decided to pick up the pen
and share everything we ever felt,
everything we ever sought after
and everything we ever needed.
which one of us first believed in destiny,
first beleived in love.
which one of us found the knife to stab our hearts.
which one of us lost everything.
which one of us ruined our happiness?
do u ever wonder what life will be like without the pain,
without the torture?
but mainly without the love?

love can make you go numb and feel absolutely nothing.
love can do that to you.
its as though you've drowned from the pain.
everything around you starts to blur.
nothing is importnat excepting finding that air
that you now know you are missing.
you dont know which way is up or which way is right.
and the hardest part is that you dont know
if you will ever find what you are newly lacking.

she was always a daydreamer.
all she wanted was love.
all she wanted was her faitytale.
do you realize you broke her?
not her will,
not her smile,
not her heart.
but everything she ever stood for.
everything she always beleived in.
you've made her lose herself.

love is about accepting flaws
and fighting through the unjusticeds together.
she could never do that for you.
its not that you werent worth that to her.
its not that she didnt want to try.
its just that shed always felt like she should be worth more.


and here she goes writing
bout the "would be" marriages and unspoken lies.
the way you held her in your arms
as you scream at night.
she will never know that u dont believe it.
she will never know the true you.
because u cant go back to that person.
not when you have so much to lose.
not when youre not worth it.
not when she's not worth anymore.
so keep feeding her the lies.
becuase thats the only way her heart can soar.
i know that they are lies.
i know you cant do believer what you lose.
i know you wont ever love her.
but more than anything, i know you know that too.
one day she will realize where your heart lies
and where your ideals are actually based
cant say i didnt warn you
that she will cry from all that she is faced

you want to be friends.
you want an "eventual" happy ever after.
as much as i want that
as much as i know i need that
i am not so sure that u can supply it.
because you have lost me
where my love and our time together meant everything to me
your pride and choices meant the world to you
where i chose us
you chose you.
and i refuse to come in second when you say you love me
i refuse to not be the world that you live for.
and without me, your pride and your choices will mean nothing
becuase you will mean nothing.
too bad it will take you years to realize what i have known all along.

she may fall for your family and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
she may try to bring the moon to you and
show u how romantic it can be to dance in the rain.
but you wont forget me.
you wont truly live without me.
but i can live without you.
i can find what i was lacking from u.
u will either come back or someone will be more willing
to be everything you were supposed to be.

and its this life that u chose for yourself.
time after time i chose you.
this time, u chose to walk away
and keep me from mthe happiness that
we used to feel together.
my prince walked out on me.
ive never heard that heartbroken fairytale.

And she dreams of falling asleep under the stars.
Wishing away for the boy that will make her more than just a friend.
For the boy that will save her from hell. For the boy who truly believes she’s beautiful.
For the boy that will bring her to her happily ever after.
It’s funny.
That even after the heartbreak that everyone knew was coming,
even through the pain, torture and agony,
she still believes in destiny.
She still believes that love is out there and that she will find it.
That her prince charming is waiting and that one day, one day he will save her.
You knew a lot about me.
But what you didn’t know is
that I am strong enough to do this.
I am strong enough to say goodbye.
I am strong enough to mean it.
And I will finally let go.
There is a story here
underneath the pain
there is a story of a girl
that finally made it
a girl that finally showed
the smile that has been
missing from her face
the eyes shining with joy
the overall ecstasy on life.
She’s figured out the key to happiness
so don’t listen to what they tell you...
when you stop loving
you can begin living again.
the memories started coming back
I feel like I am getting off my high
Time to go smoke up again
The weeds of freedom and lies
I need to keep the drugs inside
to make it through the night
otherwise when I arrive
all it will be is another broken fight
but if I keep the thoughts going.
if I make it through the tears
if I get back in the shape I was
I won’t have any fears
I will make it through this somehow
this won’t be my end
just another hit of laughter
to make it round the bend

and I just need to psych myself out.
Tell myself it was worth it.
Tell myself there is a point.
I can’t let my guard down.
I cant back down now.
I have to keep fighting.
I have to keep moving along.
If I just keep the tempo,
if I just keep the pace.
Than nothing will destroy me.
Then I will be able to face the day.