They say spring is the best time of the year
For me it is the worst
The sunshine peeling away the mask
I made for myself to hide away from the world
I don't belong in
"Life is something to value not to give away"
everyone says like those words actually have meaning to me
Crying on the couch and ignoring the ringing of my phone
Frightened by the rose thorns that sink in to my flesh causing the red liquid to drop from my fingertips
Winters overlooked
Winters bland and peaceful but spring?
It just makes me feel sick
Too much beauty for one to comprehend
Too much beauty that I don't deserve
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The beauty and misery of thinking
RandomThinking is my biggest escape from everything but also the thing that makes me feel completely trapped, all the time. Once and a while I just have to let it out. (Read past the first one because the first one is the worst)
