sinking

That feeling that you get when you know you're lost.

Sea of lies

Sometimes there's so many lies and so many assumptions that the truth gets buried. It gets buried so deep that you lose sight of what you're going after. People get pushed away and feelings get broken. You feel like you can't breathe, and then you get piled up to your neck with lies. You don't know where to go or where to start, or where it all begins. You can't see the end of it all. You're completely lost and  you start to drown in it all. There's so many lies that you can't even panic. You can't panic because they're being told too fast; they're drowning you. You feel the suffering but manage to stay alive. You're gone. But you still see it all.

innocence

Sometimes I really miss those days where all I had to worry about was grabbing my mom's hand when I crossed the road.
Not losing her in the grocery store; freaking out about who used my crayons and broke them...
Life used to be so much simpler. Then what happened?

I was forced to grow up and mature much faster than everyone else because people kept screwing up. Parents can baby and spoil their children too much, but did you ever stop to think that maybe they push them too hard and too fast, too? That sometimes they're not ready to meet the rest of the world while they're still so young. That perhaps by doing so, you've actually ruined their life and the great future they could have had.

I hate everything about life but I still choose to wake up everyday. Can't that be good enough?

She's drunk. She's not coming home tonight. Again.

clear as a mud puddle

Once I wore all white for a change to see if I could fit in with the angels. To see if I could help people and do good. Only I'm not meant to be someone like that I suppose. I'm back to all black. White doesn't work for me and now it's clear to me why. Why I can never be an angel and why I can never change the repitition of history and what keeps happening to me.

it

"Fuck you, what you need, you can't get nothin' from me, You was talking shit now I'm somebody you would love to be, Imma do my thing until the day the reaper come for me, you can keep on grillin', Imma smile back."



                         --Smile Back, Mac Miller