We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

Walking around the halls acting like nothing ever happened the night before. 

That you cried yourself to sleep, didn't eat that entire day, did something you knew you would regret a year or so from now.

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

2a.m. the only time we aren't afraid to express whats deep inside of us. Thinking that's about the only time people are there to listen. 

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

As each day goes on we become one day closer to the day our heart stops beating. 

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

My heart whispers to me, "live as YOU wish, not how OTHERS wish." But as I have realized being myself has only gotten me no where with being found. It has only gotten me lost like a geo cache with only so many people knowing where I am. 

We're all just lost souls, aren't we?

And then sadness hit me like a bullet in the back. I realized that my only friends at 3a.m. were the demons inside my head and the loneliness inside my bed.

In the end we are all lost souls trying to find a way back to something.

if you hadn't told me, i would've thought the stars were nocturnal.

We've stretched our fingertips toward the sky only to tap nails against navy as if it were merely a glass tabletop. and you told me I could reach the stars, but failed to mention I am not physically able to surpass the barrier between a reality that we know, and a reality that only knows itself. so I'll allow my eyes to teach me that the stars are nocturnal, and never discover they are actually insomniacs. and the stars will illuminate a blue and a green, and never know that we are crumbling grey buildings and crimson umbrellas. so guide my hazel eyes to reach for the stars, and they themselves will stay awake dreaming of a two-part color scheme.

Beautiful. Broken. Bandaged.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

You cant fix someone who is so beautiful, but so broken with just a bandage.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

All those late nights talking about his future, getting his mind off the here and now and focusing on what's to come. Putting out the positive side of things even though you knew he wouldn't look at them that way, but giving it a try anyways.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

Remembering all the great times you had together. The date nights, the adventures, the silent but comfortable car rides, the dances, the hugs and kisses, the days where we were so tired we just sat in his bed. The day where he told you he loved you.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue.

Meeting him for the first time and seeing a sliver of his skin noticing the scars all over, and being impressed for his strength so far. Wanting to help him realize the importance of him not hurting himself anymore, but showing him that those scars are scars of strength not weakness.

Now I don't know wether I should be happy or sad for him, cause all i'm feeling is the pain that he left behind.

His name still stings the tip of my tongue, and now he is the most beautiful angel there is.