I told my mom I got a tattoo today. And I thought I knew exactly what she would say. I was expecting yelling, cursing and for a few stares of disbelief.

Dreaming of a place where I fit in Dreaming of a place where I belong Holding my head to the weeping skies Wondering will I ever go home.

A collapse was inevitable, this had to be it. It was only perfect because we created it. For all the lies we told the, truths were pushed farther away. Buried underneath a false foundation. I was held in room, were the hope that you fed me gave me life, it might as well have been arsenic. The blame fell on me, for knowing better, but allowing it anyways. Always a glutton for my own punishment. The pain felt like a ton of bricks on my chest, unable to breathe. Then the realization hit, it was all just a bad dream, all I had to do to escape is open my eyes.

Stupid, foolish, girlish heart How wonderful love seems When it’s in bloom Stupid, foolish, girlish heart The love you hold is precious

I remember the sting in my heart When you took her hand and turned your back on me And i was left with his I remember the sting on my skin

I sit here, my heart shattered into a million pieces, torn from wondering, will I ever be able to move on. The thoughts in my head spiraling, as the tears from my eyes run down my face, slowly.

Some people thought of me, is I’m mad at the world, I am just withdrawn from earthlings, it’s my natural instinct.

Many night, together, of a near past, so far. What were we searching, playing in our dreams, looking a old ceiling, that like us, time has consumed.

Entry #9 - "The Beginning" There once was a boy who lived in the dark; this cold and lonely world is where it all would start.

Once upon a time You came back. It was slow at first, Timid Uneasy Steps taking us forward I still let my heart Speak for my head

Once upon a time I reached out Rough at first We both were so angry And it lasted It showed in every word we said Passive aggression

He tells me he love me but show me wrong. I take him back after back with careless thinking. I keep telling myself that maybe I need to change . Maybe I need to do something to make him appreciate me .