I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I do know it's cold, and I'm so very tired. Watching this rope I've been dangling from, unraveling a little more every day. Finally realizing the dark truth; sometimes holding on is harder than letting go.
Take a step back. Fucking look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, your best friend betrayed you, your father hit you, the kid down the street called you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to, then let go when it's time. Don't hang onto painful memories just because you're afraid to forget. Let go of things that are in the past. Forget things that aren't worth remembering. Stop taking things for granted.
I'm in a place
I never thought I'd be
Don't have the strength
To fight anymore
Or a reason not to leave
So tell me why I still keep holding on
To something I just cannot see
My world is falling apart
I'm at the end of my rope
I can't find any hope
How do I try one more time
When it's just not in my heart
I'm not afraid
Of living alone
I was alone before he came
Still I just can't walk away
I've been in love
Many times before
But this time's not the same
When it goes this deep
And feels this strong
I can't convince myself
That this love is wrong
I just can't walk away
Final Destination by angelwbrokenwings, literature
Literature
Final Destination
There are things in life that a person just knows. Things in life that we can't control, like when we fall in love and when to let go. These are things we can't learn by taking a class. Things we can't learn from reading a book. They are just facts somehow instilled somewhere deep in our soul. At first these things may be hard to understand. They can be difficult to accept. Though as the years go by and our knowledge grows, so does our understanding of how the world just goes. We find peace in the realization that we each have a purpose here. A purpose larger than us, which we are obligated to fulfill. It is then and only then that w
I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I do know it's cold, and I'm so very tired. Watching this rope I've been dangling from, unraveling a little more every day. Finally realizing the dark truth; sometimes holding on is harder than letting go.
Take a step back. Fucking look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, your best friend betrayed you, your father hit you, the kid down the street called you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to, then let go when it's time. Don't hang onto painful memories just because you're afraid to forget. Let go of things that are in the past. Forget things that aren't worth remembering. Stop taking things for granted.
I'm in a place
I never thought I'd be
Don't have the strength
To fight anymore
Or a reason not to leave
So tell me why I still keep holding on
To something I just cannot see
My world is falling apart
I'm at the end of my rope
I can't find any hope
How do I try one more time
When it's just not in my heart
I'm not afraid
Of living alone
I was alone before he came
Still I just can't walk away
I've been in love
Many times before
But this time's not the same
When it goes this deep
And feels this strong
I can't convince myself
That this love is wrong
I just can't walk away
In and out they drift. Here one day, gone the next. Like a child letting go of the balloon her papa just bought her. She grabs wildly at the string, standing on her tip-toes, jumping as high as she can, arm out stretched toward the never ending sky. It's no use though. The balloon quickly floats further and further out of her reach. She watches it float away from her, desperate and helpless. Tears fall silently down her cheeks, staining the front of her dark blue sweater. The man selling the balloons was still in sight, she knew she could get a new balloon, but it just wouldn't be the same.
Return
She climbed into bed, eyes already fighting to stay open. She was thinking of all the work she had accomplished this weekend and the work that still lay on her living room floor. She was drifting off, finding that place where her body completely relaxed and dreams started to drift through her mind, when her eyes flew open and she shot up from the bed. "It was nothing." she told herself. Just one of the dogs walking around downstairs. She glanced at the floor and saw both dogs sleeping soundly next to the bed. She heard it again. A soft bang coming from the basement, and then the quiet sliding of that broken basement window. B