(Source: inthemidstofmonsters, via joannaman)

Yeah, it’s a Monday morning,
And in my seat, your sounds, I’m ignoring,
With these lyrics going through my head.

While your sleeping in your bed,
I’m in my studio recording my thoughts,
Music trying the ends off into perfect knots.

You wish you were that good,
You wish you could,
Do what I do,
But, only I can.

Even without a single fan,
In my head nothing’s impossible, I can beat you all,
I will never fall.

God, what am I supposed to do?

Please don’t leave me alone with these thoughts

I can always tell when my pills where off cuz all of a sudden life is so much harder when they do

She stares at the shard of glass,
As she thinks of her class.
She drags it across her skin,
She pushes the glass in.

You can’t hear her weep,
As the glass cuts deep.
Yet, the tears come to her eyes,
And take away her disguise.
If only her classmates knew,
What their words do,
What their word lead to.
Maybe they’d change what they say,
Maybe they’d keep their insults at bay.

She keeps it all inside,
Everyday, she tries to hide.
Everyday, she’s afraid,
And wishes someone would come to her aid.
But, she’s lost all hope,
So she cuts to cope,
With all the pain and hate.

She wonders about her fate,
And whether to wait,
To die another day,
Or why she should delay.

She stares at the glass,

As she thinks of the kids in her class.

She drags it across her skin,

She pushes the glass in.

You can’t hear her weep<

As it cuts deep.

Yet, the tears come to her eyes,

and they take away her disguise.

If only her classmates knew,

What their words do,

What their words lead to,

Maybe they’d watch what they say,

Maybe they’d keep their insults at bay.

She keeps it all inside,

Every day she tries to hide.

Because, everyday, she’s afraid,

And she wishes someone would come to her aid.

But, she lost hope,

And, she cuts so she can cope,

With all the pain and hate.

She wonders about her fate,

And whether  to wait,

To die another day,

Or whether she really needs to delay.

Life isn’t a crossroads. It isn’t a highway. It’s not even a maze, because someone always knows the way out of one. Life is an unknown territory, and we’re the explorers forging a path and making a map as we go, for other’s to see our past. Our mistakes are shown, our successes are shown.Even the patches where nothing really happened show. So, when someone tells you to get up and get on with your life instead of watching it pass by, you can look at them and tell them you haven’t been watching it pass by, you’ve just hit a patch of nothing, like a choice between which river to cross, where you’re waiting to decide what to do next.

A lot of the time you will be waiting for your decision, whether it be a year or a second, you’re at the banks of two rivers, they could be as small as streams or as wide as oceans, but you still have to wait and decide which one you want. And, when you decide, which one you cross, you can’t look back, or backtrack to that spot.

So, when you make your decision, the easiest river to cross, may not be the right one to cross. A lot of the time the right one will be the harder one to cross, because you have to work at that goal to succeed. And when you do, you can look at your map and see what you’ve done, whether it be as small as getting your license, or as big as graduating from college with a doctorate, you can see how well that affected your life.