You have a soul too pure to be damaged,A heart too beautiful to be broken,And a mind too peaceful to be disturbed...

Your heart knows how to heal itself , it’s your mind that fucks you up …

I may close both eyes and yet I can see so clear, since heart does it all for me, and it’s my choice, it has always been my choice to pass things by. Acting so dumb and blind because either those things have never mattered or the people who’ve done them are not worth it anymore…

I wish that one day you’ll make it home To a place you belong, a person you love or a passion you may die forWhere your heart is cherished Your mind sleeps in peace And your soul is simply understood...

Naivety; is killing the flowers that used to grow inside of you in order to bloom another in someone else’s heart …

Ironical the way your heart gives an endless middle fingers to all those right decisions that fills your mind …

I see you everywhere In the scratched mirrors The dusty pages The empty chairs And in the sad songs that everyone else seems to avoid For you did have a habit of always Breaking the things that once were whole,Making hell out of homes,And leaving souls starving for the things you’ve been feeding your heart on all along …

They’ll keep warning you from monsters that hide in the dark, and demons that sleep beneath your pillow.But no one will ever warn you from the monster that bites your heart and those demons that feed on the peace of your mind.Bur dear, they are the most dangerous and the scariest of them all …

I hate what I’ve become “ the only words she chose to say in order to break our silence.But her words kept echoing through the empty place, scratching my heart while reminding me that I am just like her “I hate what I’ve become too